Snug in our home, it’s tempting to just cozy in for a few days. It’s probably good that we’ve had little errands to take care of around town, because getting out helps us feel even more here. Among today’s stops was a nostalgic visit to Tripp, since strong winds were forecast and we wanted to check her tiedown lines. Walking back to our fun and friendly FBO (Atlantic) we paused to admire the new KSBA terminal building that’s gone from a frame to a building shell in the month we were gone.
1741 New KSBA Terminal
If you click to see the larger version, you can make out the copper balls astride the main entrance that complement the copper dome atop the building. When we left for Edmonton, that dome was shiny copper and now it’s already wearing a “penny patina.”
Looking further back, I found more pix from the trip home to share. First our quick tour of Spokane on our morning drive back to the airport.
5817 Snow Remnant
Guess I’m used to beauty, because the thing I noticed most looking at this just now is that tiny lump of snow at Anne’s feet. Such a contrast to where we’d been the day before! This was the first of several bridges we paused to look at in downtown Spokane, that make it such a river-connected city. This bridge crosses just below a power plant and striking rapids, with a great view of several more bridges upstream.
5819 Water Power
Here’s another view of that bridge, from a little upstream. On the large version you can see the gondola rides that are probably great for people with no access to small planes, or who just like being close to white water while keeping dry. I wonder if the windows get all covered with the spray, since it got on my lens when I walked out on the bridge.
5825 Gondolas Under Bridge
Just a little further upstream there’s another view we liked, that offers an eclectic mix of things to look at. We hoped to find the bridge that’s in the moving last scene of the film Smoke Signals, with a version of Dick Lourie’s powerful “Forgiving Our Fathers” poem that evokes for me so many feelings and memories about my father and daughter.
5826 River City
Standing on this spot I felt closest to what spoke to me in that film. Protected by the broken fence with my feet in the slumbering grass of generations. Just a few minutes later, the kind folks at the main airport’s Tower let us get amazing views of the same spots. Slivers of the moment captured above still lingered when we were above it moments later. There is a magic about flying that simultaneously remembers a mouse in that grass and a hawk in the sky.
5833 Spokane's Heart
I love how the bridges radiate out from the small island, as if connecting the entire world to the secret heart of this magnificent city.
5861 City Surround
I’d thought of Spokane as a small city, but it stretches for miles in every direction. Well, enough for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll look for some interesting snaps from our flight toward San Jose.
John & Anne Wiley 
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