This is all part of the Upper Methow Valley.
While we were staying there, a small cottonwood tree fell with, what Ron says was, a mighty crash. If he heard a tree fall in the woods and I didn't, what does that mean?
You can see it was rotten and just broke off at the base.
Although we knew we were going to run into more smoke crossing Washington, we also knew we couldn't stay forever. I had to get one more smoke-free picture looking back.
Continuing along the eastern border of the Cascades, we could see the smoke from the multiple fires along Lake Chelan, one of which has been burning since June 29th.
The landscape became drier as we turned west.
And by the time we reached Grand Coulee Dam we were back in some smoke.
We found a spot in Spring Canyon campground and checked out the visitors center, but Ron really wanted to drive the 30 miles south to see Dry Falls. "If they're dry, what's the point?" I asked.
Well, they are pretty impressive. In short, during the last ice age, this area was flooded many times when ice dams broke and released torrents of water out of ancient Lake Missoula. These now-dry falls are 3 1/2 miles wide and over 400 feet tall. This is just part of the expanse - there's twice as much on the other side of that far point.
The visitors center was very interesting and explained it all in detail, but here's a sign that I thought handled it well. If you click on it, you should be able to read it.
And here's Ron standing on a rock tower that's just connected to the rest of the cliff by a man-made arch.
I always say I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling. Since it didn't look too solid to me, I didn't go out on it.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight,
Red sky in morning, sailor's warning.
Red sky in daytime. . . it's smoke!
Most of the 30-mile drive between Coulee Dam and Dry Falls was along carved cliffs like these which were made prettier by the orange sun.