Rather than drive to Vantage, WA for the day, we hooked up our trailer on Friday planning to return on Monday. While our intention was to attend the James Nesbit Whirlwind Tour PNW on Saturday, our tidy little Escape allowed for a long weekend of worship, hiking, photography and, of course, camping.
Saturday evening we chased the setting sun and the rising moon. Maintaining an ever watchful eye for the possible rattlesnake, we scoped out some great views.
As the light waned, we caught the last of the climbers exiting the spires at nearby Frenchman Coulee. Can you see the tiny red dot five spires to the right of the missing tooth? These columns are taller than they appear!
Walking through the gap, Clark counted 36 car loads full of tent campers in the bowl below! It is not as deserted as one might think! I was more interested in the light coming through the gap.
B&W seemed the way to go with this final shot.
Sunday morning we set a wake-up alarm so we could head across the Columbia River Bridge and watch the sun rise from atop the Wild Horse Monument hillside.
I love this view of the lead pony with the Columbia River Bridge drawing the eye to Vantage just above his head.
Hey–wait for me!!!!
If you have never climbed to the top–and it is a dicey climb–the last pony boasts a pedestal!
That conquered, we turned the Ford F-150 toward Quincy in search of the Dusty Lake Trail and some more opportunities to elude rattlesnakes.
By noon we were famished. Did I mention we did not eat breakfast before heading out for the sunrise? Sunrises don’t wait for breakfast. Photographers are crazy like that.
Back at the Escape, I put some homemade soup on to warm while I stretched out my sore muscles some distance away in the shade. A small car pulled up and stopped. A couple about our age emerged. They approached my husband. I caught enough of the conversation to know they were interested in our trailer.
The Escape, manufactured in Canada, boasts a fiberglass shell and good looks. Curious people often ask to poke their heads in for a look see. We enthusiastically share! (And if you buy one, tell them Clark and Marlee Huber sent you!) The manufacturers are great folks!
I thought this was just another curious couple until I sauntered over and noticed the man wearing a crisp looking Nebraska Big Red golf shirt. I asked the obvious. Was he from Nebraska?
“Yes,” he replied.
I responded, “So was my mother.”
“Where was she from?” he asked.
I thought I would respond with the name of the tiny hamlet no one beyond Keya Paha County would know. I said, “Burton.”
What he said next seemed absolutely impossible!
Ok–I have to stop the story right here. Because of lack of wi-fi in Vantage, I am one day behind on my daily blogging intention and I have already exceeded my 300 words. If I don’t stop now, you’ll stop reading.
But just before I go, let me remind you that being in the right place at the right time is key to moving your process forward and walking boldly into your destiny! Oh, and may the rattlesnakes elude you like they did us that day.
Marlee Huber ~ For Your Flourishing Life!