Cascades Charades XII || Colchuck || slipping towards solitude
Cascade Charades XI || Top Of The Scoop || Another sun slipping into hazy green and gray, rolling ragged granite stretched as far as the eye can follow and further. For a moment, the clouds relax, and our friend foray finds itself balanced upon this golden peak of purchase. Barefoot scramble rambles down the backside, racing shadows back to camp, no matter that they always win.
Cascades Charades X || Bivy Boulder || We arrived with the rain, clouds shifting moodily down over the ridge, urging us towards the sheltering overhangs of fallen boulders.
Cascades Charades IX || The Scoop || Jess finding rhythm and grace in a space where most of us find terror.
Cascades Charades VIII || The Alpine coffee Haus || Scattered skittles of bright down slowly begin to stretch and wiggle as the sun slides down the scree. Coffee and Yerba brewing, extremities warmed. Lazy yawns stretch into laughs as bleary eyes sharpen focus, gazing upwards again.
Cascades Charades VII || Colchuck Balanced Rock || Something in these mountains, the blue green of glacial lakes and the silence of the pines, coaxing feet towards higher perspectives.
Cascades Charades VI || Dinner Time || A hot meal in the alpine, earned on tired legs and shared with friends, feeds body and soul in a way that the fanciest of NY restaurants cannot replicate. Leftovers tends to be a non issue.
Cascades Charades V || Valley Road || “If you can make it run, you can drive it!” The Neilson brothers push starting the Mustard Seed.
Cascades Charades IV || Pirate Island || My last year at the one room school house, Treasure Island was read aloud together by all of the students, ages 6-13, and was to become a favorite revisited by many in the years to come. As such, it came as no surprise to find upon returning to the valley, that a young band of ambitious miscreants has annexed from the National Park Service a rather large area of marshland at the head of lake Cheland, and laid claim to what has become widely known as “Pirate Island”. A multi story stilt house, complete with sleeping quarters a dock, and numerous accoutrements looted from careless “landlubber” adults, Pirate Island is about as close to Neverland as most of us will ever get. Be warned though: guarded by “the deadly swamps” and accessed only by the Little Dipper or other appropriately small water craft, a secret password is required for safe passage - and don’t ask, as I’m not at a liberty to share.
Cascades Charades III || Lake Chelan || The absence of a gym in the valley pushes folks towards more creativity in their fitness regimes - here Allison trains for a triathlon by swimming laps in the ever frigid glacial runoff at the head of the lake.