Our "four seasons" in the "Inland Northwest" are about as definitive as you can get on the planet. From frozen winters, down to minus 40, to warm 90 degree summer days and everything in between make this part of the USA paradise, to us at least. Good people, strong community sprit, minimal crime, (important to us old folks) farm based income, ground refreshing rainfall every month of the year and soil to die for...what's not to like!
The Colville River in January.
Again, the Colville River in April...thawed and swollen to about twice it's winter size.
Winter has its hold on our back yard.
The same yard three months later and full of dandelions. Can you believe that while dandelion leaves are a delicacy in our salads, the deer won't eat them? It's a cruel world!
The bridge crossing Roosevelt Lake (Columbia River) at Kettle Falls around September of '13
Same crossing, a slightly different angle, showing the April drawdown from Grand Coulee Dam of approximately 50 feet to accommodate the spring snow melt.
From here it looks like a beautiful property, overlooking what is normally Roosevelt Lake, with water from shore to shore.
It is unlikely the owners would ever list this parcel for sale in April or May, during the drawdown.
The Colville Valley in the grips of some very minus zero temperatures of February.
A little sun and warmth makes big changes land and people.
Ok, I happen to love red barns!
Donna wasn't feeling all that great on Sunday so the boys took a ride to get out of her hair...sorry, bad pun :-) This boat ramp is along Roosevelt Lake, it leads to dirt...sort of reminds me of Lake Mead in Nevada.
The rock Riley is standing on in the Columbia River will be under 30 feet of water within a few months.
Riley complained that I was stopping and taking too many pictures so I placated him with my phone and told him he could take Opa's photo.
Riley and I made it to the Canadian border by noontime. Unfortunately, after talking to the U.S. border guards, my question as to was whether I could come back into the states if we crossed, I have a passport and Riley has nothing was a concern. They told me without documentation, Riley would not be allowed back in...mmmm, tempting but Opa decided not to cross this time.
Well, we never really left the state but we got close.
We stopped in Northport, Washington for lunch because there was this little voice in the back seat that kept yelling, "I'm hungry Opa", "Opa, I'm hungry"... "Opa, when are we eating...OPA!"
Fixer upper... cheap!
Ya...I love any red barn, regardless of shape!
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