Wakesurfing on Hayden Lake

After leaving the Ellers, Barry and I met up with the rest of my immediate and extended family in Northern Idaho, the home of my youth.  It was good to be home, surrounded by evergreen mountains, rushing rivers, clearwater lakes, and the familiar memories of old.  I didn't take very many pictures except when wakesurfing with the cousins.  Here are a few takes.

Here's my cousin Andy, the pro. 

Barry gives it a whirl.

Cousin Justin showing his stuff.

In handsome relief :)

The release...

Joel caught on ultra quick.

He even had time to smile!

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What can I say?  I'm goofy, not regular!

The Eller's Blueberry Patch

Continuing on our extremely tardy recap of our trip to the Northwest this past summer (view part 1 and part 2), up next is the Eller home!  We returned from our epic glacier hike (recounted in part 2), found the nearest pizza place, consumed a lot of pizza, and then drove to the Ellers, about 2 hours away.

The next day we enjoyed the Eller's warm hospitality and spent some time in the blueberry patch, scouring for a few ripe blueberries.  While they might not be as tasty, I think the not-quite-ripe ones are just as pretty :)

Barry and I thoroughly enjoyed our drive through Western Montana.  It was just as beautiful as I remembered, and Barry decided he liked it quite a bit as well.

Drive by beauty :)

Glacier National Park, Part 2

I am so incredibly behind on blog posts.  There are hundreds, no thousands of pictures waiting for posting!

I already posted Part 1 of our Glacier National Park pictures in July of 2011  but I never got around to part 2.  Or the rest of the trip.  I'm working on fixing that :)

So without further ado, the pictures :)

On our second day in Glacier, we set out on a trek to hike over a pass and down the other side, using the shuttle system to complete the loop.  I can't remember the length but it wasn't supposed to be too long.  Here is a shot looking down on what we had hiked up, before passing over to the other side.

Once we got to the top and were heading over to the other side, we encountered a wide and STEEP snowfield.  The trail disappeared under the snow.  And no one, that we could tell, had gone before us.  (This is when I saw a wolverine!  I only saw it for about 2 seconds before it scuttled away down a cliff.)  About this time, another hiker came behind us and we asked him if he knew this route.  It was his first time too.  We contemplated turning around but the snow seemed somewhat soft so Barry started across, kindly creating steps for his fearful wife.  (For those that don't know, I am rather scared of steep snowfields without the proper gear after an uncontrolled slide last year on another wintry hike.)

It's hard to tell, but this is a LARGE and STEEP snowfield with some cliffs at different points.  It took us a generous hour just to get down the steep section.  We switchbacked along until it got slightly less steep, then slid for a ways until it leveled out.  Because of the snow, we really weren't sure where the trail was, but we just went where we thought the trail should go and eventually the trail once again emerged from the snow.

Just for perspective's sake, this next picture was taken much later in the hike, looking back up at what we had come down.  The snow fields on the top middle extending right are what we came down.

After making it down the first snowfield, we ran into these two guys.

They were quite comfortable with us, even settling down for a nap on the trail.  At first we didn't mind; I was busy taking pictures.  But after a while, it was time for us to go and they were blocking the only way down!  

Barry, waiting for the mountain goats.

Eventually, with a little encouragement, they moved on.

It continued to be quite steep, but the views were incredible!

And then we encountered another large snowfield.  At first look, it didn't seem too bad, especially after what we had come down earlier.  But this one had its own trials.  It was facing a different direction and so the sun hadn't warmed the surface, making it icy and very, very hard to make steps.  If we had fallen, we would have had a long and fast slide to the rocky bottom.  Barry valiantly pounded steps, this time out of necessity, not just fear.  The other hiker was still behind us, benefiting mightily by Barry's hard effort.  It would take 4-5 pounding blows before we could take one step.  About half-way across, Barry  was exhausted and the second half just seemed to drag on.  But we made it and nothing but green grass stretched out ahead of us.  We fondly (or not so fondly for Barry) named it "Barry's Great Traverse".

Nearing the end of our hike, we came to these beautiful falls.

We survived!

Home: New York

Yep, still catching up from our time back East.  Barry and I spent some incredible days with my family at Camp Cherokee hiking Mt. Regis in the rain and canoeing up to Polliwog Pond.

Overlooking Saranac Lake from St. Regis

Now for Polliwog Pond

Swimming and swinging in the rain!

Haven't found a better spot yet!  Rope swing, sandy beach, beautiful views, silent waters - doesn't get better!

Elissa and Joel's version of canoeing!

Howe Kids

Storm Light

My absolute favorite colors and lighting situation comes right before or after a storm.  There must be green trees and blue water.  Dark sky and bright sunshine.  And wind.  These elements create my favorite conditions.  I cannot describe the awe I get when God creates scenes such as these.  There was one such evening at the Howe home that was just glorious.  Here are two pictures that attempt, but don't come even close, to the beauty that was present.