John & Anne Wiley

Years spent in the Pacific Northwest brought many joys and indelible memories. One is the epiphany of sunshine. After months of gray and days of drizzle that seemed endless, clouds would open onto brilliant blue sky beyond words. It’s not just the Absolute Clear air, the dewy green fresh smelling forest. Nor the warm rays liberating the spirit of steam from soggy shapes, glinting on pristine waters, and promising to bring color back to all life, including our sheltered skin. Sunshine after months of drear is a transcendent moment beyond description for the hardy souls who Winter there. I felt whispers of that bright moment flying the Oregon coast. Not when leaving Portland for Grants Pass via the coast and noting with disappointment the low clouds that kept us high and onshore at Lincoln City.

5194 Bad News

Even though this coastal cling had shown on the satellite before takeoff, I’d been hoping it might clear by the time we got there. Rather than return inland for our flight we decided to carry on, skirting the edge in case there might be a break somewhere along our route to Gold Beach where we’d follow the river inland. I was content to take in scenes like this that would have been missed.

5198 Blue Button

What’s more fun than a giant blue button in a collage of shapes and colors? Maybe by taking notice of that as we flew the edge, a window opened back into my past in this region. Whatever the reasons, when the clouds did open up around Stonefield Beach we dipped down offshore and I felt that old magic of a Seattle sunny day.

5209 Sunshine Moment

As if on cue, a splash of sunlight penetrated an opening in the blowing clouds further offshore to highlight this cave where people have sometimes sat over the ages. In that moment, centuries ago, I was there contemplatively listening to the surf as a large bird slid across the sky, lifting my heart. Though we’ve driven it several times and even flown it before, this stretch of coast was all new for us after the gloom opened to reveal it to us afresh.

5210 New Shore

It seemed created for us in this moment, humming slowly and quietly along in our magic bubble. We passed a young couple alone on a wide beach, oblivious in their moment to our delight in discovered nostalgia for a place we have never truly been. An exhilaration akin to sun after rain, and dreams of free flight. There’s no place like Now.

5218 Moment In The Sun

We joined those remembering 9/11 and wept along. Now there’s something nurturing about looking back at photos from another day.

Waking in a quiet apple grove was magical and healing, after nodding off under the stars and dreaming on the journey. The dome of rock stood silent beyond the ripening fruit, keeping its own pace of change slower than the swirl of plants and animals.

4328 Different Paces

The buzz of an insect yielded to the approaching engine of the day’s first airplane as we strolled among the trees. After another drive into town in a borrowed pickup we loaded into Tripp and again flew over what we’d now enjoyed from the air and twice on the ground. The magnificent river beneath the lake was refreshing, and the light of day provided details like the power plant at the left next to a creek that had probably once been the sole raging outlet now reduced to a trickle. This riverside area on both banks of the mighty Columbia seems to be a detached part of the town that centers at the base of the lake.

4335 River Playground

A little way up the creek stands an old bridge now fenced off, that perhaps used to be on the highway along the river. Now it seems to be part of a popular game trail winding down the hill on the left.

4343 Game Bridge

A little further up the creek is a winding gorge that opens up to the base of the lake where the dam now sits, and the town continues beyond.

4340 Chelan Outlet

After we passed the town I snapped this view back at the lower bridge where we’d just dabbled in the lake at the small park on the right where locals jogged and walked their dogs.

4358 Downtown Chelan

You can see the dam again at the top, and at night the tourists’ teens had been walking in groups along the street to the left of the bottom bridge. The lake is quite long, and we decided to fly up it for a look. It widens here and has more small towns on both sides. It’s so big that quite a few boats can zip around and still have lots of space.

4369 Chelan Widens

The lake goes back so far that we passed several bends opening into long new sections that continued clear back to snow-capped peaks. We decided to turn toward Renton after a last long look.

4375 Chelan Narrows

Memories are shaped by the experiences that bracket key events, and by the mementos we collect as reminders. Though some events of that day seem crisp, already many have faded and even changed in memory. Are there any elements of my life, or this lake, that will endure ten thousand years? My quest is to live, love and laugh in this brief moment, including contemplative looks ahead and back.

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.

4188 Boatload of Love

The lake wanders back into the foothills and then wraps around, with a lovely swamp in the middle.

4192 Heart of Lk. Payette

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.

4194 Quiet Shore

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.

4265 Whitewater Boating

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.

4327 Steadfast Dome

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.

0362 Local Layout

In the warm night we lay on our backs with only the tent’s mesh skylight between our contemplative eyes and the starry night.