After the short and pleasant hop from Cascade to McCall we stopped for lunch and a leisurely look at the town near the airport. Then back into Tripp for a takeoff over the lake, where our zoom lens picked up this ski boat towing someone on a flotation device of some kind (shown in the version on my Photo Page). But here’s a crop at full resolution where I can make out people watching from the boat. I get the sense of adults taking great care while the person being towed is having a great carefree thrill. It just says “family fun” to me in a loving way.
The lake wanders back into the foothills and then wraps around, with a lovely swamp in the middle.
While most of the lake is patrolled by speeding boats and jetskis, there are quiet corners that remind me of solitude in a silent canoe.
We followed the Salmon River for quite a way, and going thru the pix again just now I found this one that includes people in at least four different boats taking turns enjoying the rapids.
I was predictably fascinated by this rock dome, and wondered if it had been the core of a small volcano standing fast as the wandering river flattened the surrounding land.
Anne snapped this last one as we were lining up to land in the variable winds. At the right is a large apple orchard that we strolled in the morning light. Beyond it where the white hangars are in shadow was a grassy spot designated for “fly camping” (tent next to the plane). Beyond the end of the runway you can just make out the highway that winds past the mountain to the town and lake we toured briefly at dusk.
In the warm night we lay on our backs with only the tent’s mesh skylight between our contemplative eyes and the starry night.
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