Speaking of speed, the day after our beloved SB Solstice Parade we took off to visit friends and family in the Northwest. Weather was fair and cool, so after climbing out of the coastal low clouds near Gaviota Pass we looked forward to a scenic flight.
Endless fascinations unfolded in the clear air below, like the simply complex farm field geometry.
Then some big fires started along our route in the California central valley, hiding the lakes of the northeastern Sacramento valley behind a smoky veil. 😦
Luckily some areas were clearer so that scenic spots we passed near were beautiful, like this flash of a green rainbow in Feather Falls.
Smoke was pretty thick by the time we reached Mount Lassen, so we were happy to see it thinner on the North side (to the right in this pic). Shasta in the distance still wore a heavy crown of snow at the end of June.
We turned for a closer look. Even where the tortured moonscape of Lassen has yielded to life, but even the hardiest trees give way to glaciers and thick snow.
By the time we reached Klamath Falls where we’d decided to stop for the night, the smoke had thinned to a light haze.
Down at the airport we noticed rows of F-15s.
After settling Tripp in for the night and checking into a hotel, we strolled the quiet streets of Klamath Falls before sleeping with dreams of our day’s enchanted flight.
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