Lens-Artists Challenge #104-Summer

First, a little musical introduction.

For some reason, this song plays pretty often on my internal tape.

In the summer of 2010, Hubby and I took a three-week vacation, and drove from our home in Washington State to Michigan and back, for a Hillsdale Hostel.  We took the Southern Route to get there, through Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, and Iowa, to get to Hillsdale. and we took the Northers route home, through Michigan, Minnesota, North Dakota, northern Montana, and Idaho.

The trip to Hillsdale took us by some very beautiful scenery, and the weather was excellent. Well, most of the time it was excellent.  On the first day of driving, we crossed Eastern Washington, Northern Idaho, and Montana, and spent the night in Missoula.  The next day, we drove through a corner of Yellowstone National Park.

This formation is called “Devil’s Slide”, for obvious reasons!  Sometimes I wished I had a geologist along to explain how those layers of rock, which start out horizontal, got tilted to be vertical!  We do know that those rocks started out as layers of sand at the bottom of an ancient body of water.  That’s the Yellowstone River just visible in the foreground.

Next, our journey took us through Wyoming.  On another hot day, we visited another “devil”, the Devil’s Tower National Monument.

Devil’s Tower National Monument, Wyoming

Boy, that Devil sure gets around!  I have always loved that columnar basalt, created when layers of hot volcanic rock cool quickly, into lengths of hexagonal rock.  Washington State has extensive bluffs of that same rock, along the Columbia River.

Next, we drove across South Dakota.  2010 was a pretty wet year, and we saw fields of tall green grass, and cows belly-deep in it.  We stopped at the South Dakota Air and Space Museum, which has a number of old warplanes on the field outside.  I captured this pair of house-finches enjoying the sunshine.

When we crossed the Missouri River into Iowa, the weather changed.  Dramatically. We did our best to outrun a big thunderstorm across much of the state.  This picture was taken through the windshield of the car barreling down the highway.  It was pretty spectacular, and the outside temperature was in the 80s.

We made it to DesMoines just in time!

On the last day before we got to Hillsdale, we drove through Indiana, and made a pleasant stop in the town of Elkhart.  Now, some of you might know what Elkhart was famous for many years ago, and that is brass band instruments.  More than one manufacturer of horns was based in Elkhart, and we found a really fun outdoor art exhibit that celebrates that history.

My internal tape was playing 76 Trombones all afternoon!

We had a great time at Hillsdale, taking classes taught by Hillsdale faculty, meeting people from all over the country, and sightseeing around the area.

On our way home, we took the Northern Route.  We knew we were back in Eastern Washington, when we saw this.  That Devil must have been following us all the way!

Dust devil, wheat field in Eastern Washington

In the Good Old Summertime



Final Photo Challenge of 2017-Favorites-Travels with/to Friends

2017 was highlighted by travels, to various destinations to meet with friends, and to get re-acqainted with old (in both senses of the word) friends.  Here are my favorite highlights.

In February, Hubby and I traveled to Phoenix for a Hillsdale College National Leadership Seminar.  This was our third trip to Arizona with the Hillsdale folks, and was just a reinforcement of why we continue to support Hillsdale, one of the last, best, hopes for the future of higher education in America.  No “snowflakes” here.


The view from our balcony was so peaceful in the early morning.

After the Hillsdale Seminar ended, we took a trip up to Prescott, in the mountains north of Phoenix.  An entirely different Arizona.  The reason was a meet up with our Ricochet friends.  We took sustenance from our Ricochet family, as we all watched the Left and the Deep State do their best to destroy a duly-elected President.


No palm trees here!

In June, we took our annual trip to Washington’s “Bavarian Village” of Leavenworth, for Hubby to play accordion with his band.  They were just awesome this year, and everyone was impressed with their performance.


And we always love the Accordion Parade, ending up in the Gazebo downtown.  Our hearts are warmed by watching and listening to all the players, from ages 7 to over 70.


In September, we drove all the way to Montana and back, for the Ricochet meet up that had been planned since September of 2016!  Due to wildfires in Washington and Montana, we drove through thick smoke all the way-the skies didn’t clear for an entire week!  But the people we met were typical Ricochet, salt-of-the earth types.  We couldn’t imagine being with a better group of friends, our Ricochet Family.


Yes, that is Lake Coeur D’Alene on the way over.

Sailing on Flathead Lake

On the second to last day, sailing on Flathead Lake.

And to top off the year, I had my Fiftieth High School Class Reunion.  My favorite part of that was tagging along with the golfers on the outing to the local golf course, and meeting a classmate who I had never met in high school!



What beauty, hiding in plain sight.

We have been so fortunate this year, and had so many delightful experiences, surrounded by our friends, and our Ricochet Family.  Onward to 2018!



Photo Challenge A Significant Glow

This is the view from the deck of our vacation house in Bigfork, Montana, on September 7, the day after we got there from Washington.  You can’t see much, due to the smoke from the terrible wildfires, that closed Glacier National Park, and prevented our group from doing most outdoor activities.

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And on September 10, finally, the Glorious Sunset Glow!  We could see the sun, and a bit of sky, as the smoke cleared a bit.  Everyone’s mood was much improved.

Sun glow over lake

I have never been happier to see the sun that I was that day.



Seen through a window…at 60 miles per hour!

I have gotten pretty good at taking photos from the passenger-side windows of our car.  On our way to Montana and back, I shot these photos from the moving vehicle-I really wanted my friends to see what the air quality was, as a result of the wildfires in Montana and Eastern Washington.


This was just east of Spokane, on Interstate 90.


This was what we could see of Lake Coeur D’Alene.  Lake?  What lake?

On our way home, the air had cleared up a great deal.  These photos are my favorite basalt cliffs of the Columbia Gorge, on the east bank of the river, just outside East Wenatchee, Washington.

Basalt cliffs, Columbia Gorge

See the green at the base of this photo?  Those are vineyards.  Many orchardists around Wenatchee, the apple capital of the world, are pulling up their orchards and planting wine grapes.




The Road Trip From Hell

At least, that’s how I thought of it at the time, and for a long time thereafter.  The year was 1971.  I had just graduated from Washington State University with a degree in Psychology.  I had applied to graduate school, and had been accepted at the University of Minnesota.  So, how was I supposed to get from Seattle to Minneapolis for grad school?  We discussed it in the family.  I would need a car, but had almost no money.  I was offered my mother’s 1962 Chevy II, 4-door car, to drive myself to school.  Now, my mother never took the car anywhere but to the local stores and maybe downtown once in a while, so it got next to no highway driving.  And since it never got many miles, it never got much service either.  Oil changes and inspections were a rare occurrence, so needless to say it was a mess inside.  Here is a picture of what my transportation looked like.  The car was even this color (brown, so it wouldn’t show the dirt, according to mom).


Larry, my boyfriend, was a whiz at working on cars, so he spent a couple of weeks under and inside the car cleaning up and fixing everything he could think of that might go wrong.  He replaced all the belts and hoses, replenished all the fluids, and inspected all the working parts that he could.  There was not much he could do about the engine, which sometimes made funny noises that no one could trace.  I never felt confident driving it, expecting something to blow up or drop off.

I went down to the local AAA office, and had one of their people draw me up an itinerary, with all the highways and stopping points marked.  It seemed to me to be a pretty complicated plan, including lots of back roads and not many freeways.  But I did it their way with no complaints, because I didn’t know any better.  I applied for, and was granted my very first credit card, from Chevron, so I could buy gas on the trip.  I took a big sheaf of American Express Traveler’s Checks to pay for meals and motels on the trip.  I had no idea how and where I was going to live in Minneapolis once I arrived there.  My father had a distant relative who lived in a near suburb, so he contacted them, and they arranged to put me up at their house until I could find an apartment near school to rent.

So, in mid-August, I packed up all my worldly goods in the old car, and set out for Minnesota.  All by myself.  Knowing no one, never having driven a tenth that distance alone.  And in a car I hated, and feared that it might break down.

The first couple of days were uneventful.  It was midsummer, and hot, and the old car had no air-conditioning, so I was fairly uncomfortable.  Funny, but I made it to Montana before I had any sort of trouble.  I had spent the previous night in Great Falls, and was puttering down the two-lane highway when something went “BANG”, and the car simply stopped.  My greatest fear had been realized.  Here I was, in the wilds of rural Montana, with a car broken down.  Fortunately, it was early in the day, around 10AM.  Remember, this was before mobile phones were ubiquitous.  There was a farmhouse a short distance away, and I was getting ready to lock up the car and walk there to see if I could use their phone to call AAA.  Just then, a bright red Ford station wagon drove by, and slowed down.  The driver noticed me by the side of the road, and stopped to see.  It was a traveling salesman, and he did have one of those newfangled car phones.  He called AAA for me, and it turned out that the nearest town had a Chevy dealer, who had a tow truck. So we arranged to have the Stanford, Montana Chevy dealer tow my car into town.

I rode in the cab of the tow truck, and in speaking with the driver, it turned out that I had been really lucky.  They were about to take the tow truck out of service for its own maintenance, and I had called just before that was to happen.  When we got to town, there were lots of things to do and decisions to make.  While I waited, the car was put up on the rack, and they determined that my problem was a broken timing gear, which would require a new part.  The dealer did not have it in stock, so it would have to be ordered.  So I needed to find a place to stay while the car was being fixed, and money to pay for it.  I phoned home, and appealed to my parents for help.  Again, Dad to the rescue.  It turned out that the widow of an old Coast Guard buddy of his lived in Great Falls.  He called her and asked if she could put me up while the car was being repaired, and she said yes!  Her 18-year-old son was home for the summer, and he drove down and picked me up.

Well, he and his mother turned out to be interesting people.  They lived in a very nice home, which all I can remember of now is all the kitchen appliances were turquoise!  Oh, and they were never used, and mother and son ate out for all their meals.  I stayed there for the six days it took to fix my car, and then the son drove me back down to Stanford.  I charged the repairs on my Chevron card, and that was about my credit limit.  So I was on my way, with a repaired car, no air-conditioning, and a load of anxiety that I hadn’t had before.  One more thing.  My new schedule now put me right behind the Montana State Fair, so for the next couple of nights in Montana, the places I stopped for the night had few motel rooms available due to the fair (which moved from town to town).

The remainder of my trip was horrible, hot, and anxious.  One of the few good things I remember from then was the terrain in Judith Basin County, just south of Great Falls-I thought it was beautiful.  My car troubles weren’t over, since it needed a new thermostat, which was replaced in Gillette, Wyoming.  I drove across South Dakota next, and sweltered.  As I was coming into Sioux Falls, it started to rain.  With the outside temperature over 90, it was either roast with the windows up, or get wet while leaving them open.  I left the windows open and got wet.  In all this time, too, I hadn’t slept very much at all, so I was about as miserable as I could be, alone in a strange place, knowing no one, and worried that I was running out of money.  I was able to call home, and I spoke to Larry.  It was good to hear his voice and tell him my troubles.  He told me that I was having an anxiety attack, but had no words of wisdom about how to cure it.

I crossed into Minnesota, and drove north toward Minneapolis.  The last town on my route was Mankato, and as I drove through town, I realized that I was driving in the middle of a parade!  Just what I needed, to hit town in the middle of their annual Corn on the Curb Festival, celebrating the town’s most important product-corn!  Indeed, many people were sitting on the curb, eating corn on the cob.

I made it to Minneapolis, and managed to find the home of my father’s distant relatives.  They lived in Saint Louis Park, and their house was nice.  However, they were not.  I discovered very early on that they really didn’t want to host me, and they made every effort they could to kick me out as soon as possible (which didn’t help my mental state one bit).  I then went apartment-hunting in the city, and managed to find a tiny basement studio apartment only a few blocks from campus.  I moved my stuff in there, and tried to find out how to cure my anxiety which had not abated at all.  Since school was not yet in session, I couldn’t use the school medical facilities.  What cured me?  Finding a friend!  I struck up a conversation with a young man who lived in the same building, and the next night I got my first good night’s sleep in weeks.  I considered that the end of the Road Trip From Hell.

Note:  In the mid-1980s, Larry (now my husband) and I took a driving trip through Montana.  We made a point to stop in the tiny town of Stanford, and visit the Chevy dealer.  It turned out that the dealership was now run by the son of the owner when I passed through, and he was pleased to hear that I had remembered them.


A New Photo Challenge: Layered

Hubby and I spent the week after Labor Day in Bigfork, Montana, at a Ricochet meet up that had been planned for over a year.  There was no way we could have predicted that most of Washington, Idaho, and Montana would be shrouded in smoke from multiple wildfires in Eastern Washington and Montana.  When we were loading up our car, there was actually ash on the car!  And we were in that smoky environment all the way from Everett to Bigfork!  We literally did not see the sky for nearly a week.  However, all that smoke did create a very layered view.

This is the view from the back deck of the house we were renting for the week.  This is the shore of Flathead Lake, and there are actually trees, mountains, and a lake out there!

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A little closer to us was a large Ponderosa Pine tree.  I have always been fascinated by the thick, multi-layered bark of these trees.  That bark, with all its layers is sometimes over two inches thick.   And its color is beautiful, too.  Its thick bark protects it from fire.

Ponderosa Pine tree
Ponderosa pine tree, Bigfork ,MT