John & Anne Wiley

2011/08/21

Water, Stone & Smoke

After a quick dabble at the shore, we flew up Lake Chelan past all but one or two boats and enjoyed the cool blue water from above. To the third bend, where we could almost see the end. This pic shows it only to the first bend, and this is where most of the boats were. The dam at the bottom-left is where the main town we explored begins, and the airport is a few miles behind and to the right out of frame.

4354 Bottom of Chelan

4354 Bottom of Chelan

Past the second bend there was one large waterfall still running, and the boats offshore had me wondering how much is visible from the water. The lower part by the beach was less spectacular, and I wondered if any people from those boats had gone ashore to climb up for a look at the upper falls.

4394 Lakeshore Waterfall

4394 Lakeshore Waterfall

Skirting the fire West of Wenatchee we got a good look at the source of smoke that added varying amounts of haze to the magnificent views along our route.

4446 Wenatchee Fire

4446 Wenatchee Fire

At a few places we got relatively clear glimpses of Mt. Baker and the remarkable Cascade crags in our foreground.

4493 Baker Brothers

4493 Baker Brothers

Leaving the valley as we neared Seattle airspace, a high valley with finger lake stands to the right of the lower valley where the highway is. It was so tempting, we climbed a little for extra safety to fly through it for closer inspection of the trail left by a massive river of ice when the world was colder.

4517 High Passage

4517 High Passage

Passing through, we were looking and snapping out both sides. I got this view back at the peak toward the highway side, and it might have been interesting to see how it looks from there.

4527 Past Peak

4527 Past Peak

As we began our approach to Renton I took a pass to the left where we got a distant hazy view of Mt. Ranier beyond sleepy farming valleys on our way to pass over Issaquah.

4556 Dim Giant

4556 Dim Giant

So many slumbering volcano giants along this coast, it reminds me how alive our rock is and how much it has changed over the eons. Sometimes flying can take us far beyond the few hundred miles and variety of scenes in a relatively short flight.

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