Morning sounds

As I began to some awake this morning, gradually I became aware of three distinct sounds: the whoosh of the fire Tal had built in the wood stove, the insistant flame in the propane-powered hot water heater and the sad moan of the wind around the edges of the cabin. It was tempting not to crawl out from under the layers of cover! But, missing one of Chickie's delicious cold morning breakfasts simply wasn't an option. As it is, everyone in camp is grounded until the wind abates.


Yesterday afternoon following supper one of the groups in camp wanted to see Shining Falls. Since the water's high, the river's quite fast, so Pat suggested he guide them. The short trip was aborted when it began to rain -- hard. These are shots of their top-speed return to camp.