High Bridge Downstream

"High Bridge Downstream", 8 x 10 In, Oil on Museum Board
On this rainy day at High Bridge, several miles up the gravel road from Stehekin at the boundary of the North Cascades National Park, I painted first from one side of the bridge over the Stehekin River and then the other. Its hard to resist a rushing mountain stream.

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High Bridge Upstream

"High Bridge Upstream", 10 x 8 In, Oil on Museum Board

The second day at Stehekin we took the old school bus to High Bridge, the last stop and the boundary of the North Cascades National Park. It was a rainy day but then, the Northwest has many rainy days, especially in May. The Stehekin River was a rushing torrent because of all the rain and snow in the mountains this last winter.

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South from Stehekin

"South from Stehekin", 8 x 10 In, Oil on Museum Board

I journeyed with a group of Plein Air Washington friends to a famous and remote area near the North Cascades National Park--the town of Stehekin at the northern end of Lake Chelan. The four hour boat from Chelan arrives in Stehekin around noon, so we had plenty of time to get out our painting gear and head down the road along the lake from the Stehekin Lodge to paint. This was the second painting, looking south.

Lake Chelan is 50 miles long and is the third deepest lake in the United States according to Wikipedia. But the thing about Stekekin is that there are no roads or highways to the village. You can get in by the boat from Chelan or by hydro-plane. Looking across the lake at the mossy rock cliffs and up the valley to the snow-capped peaks, there is no doubt about it--you are in the interior of the Cascade wilderness

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Canyonlands Sky

"Canyonlands Sky", 10 x 10 In, Oil on Museum Board

The colors of Utah are so different from the colors of Western Washington. Driving home this evening about 9 pm after sundown, the snow on Mt. Rainier a warm shadow, the clouds a brilliant pink orange, the Nisqually Delta a green from some other lifetime, I thought to myself what a beautiful place to live. It is all part of one system--the Nisqually flowing into Puget Sound originates on the glacier at some 14,000 feet, not so very far away as the crow flies.

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