My “real” camera has been put away for a couple of years. I dug it out and found there were some photos still on there. I remember this trip and my photography at the time. I remember feeling creatively frustrated. I had this desperate pent-up need to express something intangible through my photography, but nothing would translate the way I envisioned it inside my head. So I released the pressure by stepping away from my camera for a while.
How good it feels to hold its heavy weight in my hand again. Let’s see what happens now.
If you zoom in as far as possible you might spot Cuddlebus!We went for a hike up this hill overlooking the valley. Found out later it is called “Tick Hill”, apparently for good reason!
We are in the wild and wonderful Wallowas… If we must be stuck somewhere for a while, I love that it is here.
There isn’t as much space and privacy here as there was at Hot Lake, but we are really close to the mountains for hiking and skiing which makes it worth our while. We’ve set ourselves up to be here for a month. A month seems like such a long time to be in one place when you’re living life on the road, but “sheltering in place” means we can’t just pick up and leave any time we want to. There is a certain security and safeness in being able to call this place our home for the next four weeks.
Day 17. Our time at Lake Chelan has been brief. We were allowed to stay through the end of the week, which we had reserved and paid for. But today we were informed that they wanted to shut down the campground early, and that we had to leave. I’ve been feeling a bit sad about that. It was nice having a feeling of security that we would have a place to stay, however brief, and not have to be constantly on the hunt for the next place. A little rest would be nice… But this is the nomad’s life. Brad makes it better by being cheerful and adaptable. He’s the best partner in life.
So we’ve returned to a familiar place – a little city park by a river with a boat landing and lots of trees, RV spaces with power and water. We were here a few days ago. It’s a complete ghost town. It’s like people have just evaporated. We have the place to ourselves. That part really is my apocalyptic dream-come-true. I’m such an introvert!
So I’ll leave you with a parting photo of the beautiful Lake Chelan – but this time in black and white to convey the mood of darkness that has fallen over me temporarily.
