Monday, May 30, 2011
I have just added the pictures to yesterday’s blog for those whose life is not complete without pictures! Now I need only to write today’s blog.
I was waxing philosophic was drove along the Columbia River Gorge from Portland , OR to Kennewick , WA . This trip has not been “A Trip”; it has been, thus far, 29 individual trips, each one different from the one before (yet sharing some elements) and the one that followed.
Everything changed every day: the sky was blue or cloudy, or gray, or cloudless; the land rose up into mountains or sank into valleys, it lay flat as water on plate or was as lumpy as a pile of rocks; the colors were red, green, brown, golden, or yellow; the rivers were babbling brooks, raging torrents, or meandering streams.
Each day was a PowerPoint Presentation, a slide show, a kaleidoscope!
And today was no different. The Columbia River Gorge was waterfalls, huge dams with locks and power plants, mountains, and of the mighty Columbia .
The Gorge evolved slowly into desert with only river left. The rocks and mountains were replaced by flat, flat land with low plants and no trees. The only patches of green were seen near towns and farms.
Our first view of the Columbia River
The Gorge was lined on both sides with mountians
The mountain ridges were lined with these
The forests were filled with wildfowers and maiden hair ferns
and waterfalls
River traffic
Bonneville Dam and Locks
Once in the desert the only trees we saw had been planted
The land became flat
and 1941 Packard Convertibles appeared!
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