I left the treehouse rejuvenated by a quiet night of painting and listening to the river rush by. Stopped at Snoqualmie Falls which was so huge that mist climbed up out of the canyon and slicked the observation deck, and drove over a very snowy Snoqualmie Pass. Then it was back out into the rolling sage-dotted dry hills and I decided I wasn’t quite ready to leave the lushness, and turned north to follow the stunning Columbia river.

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