In spring we took a road trip to north central Washington State, which is not at all like western Washington State with its (undeserved) reputation for chronic dampness. For some reason, I didn’t bother taking many pictures — in fact, I think I really only shot from the car.
Driving east from Puget Sound through the Cascade mountain range the landscape is all giant trees, abandoned railroad spurs, random waterfalls splooshing from walls of granite right next to the highway, and more shades of green than you might have thought possible. (Thoughtlessly, I didn’t bother shooting any of this.)
But once you pop out the Cascades’ eastern flank, you are face to face with vast bronze nothingness. Miles and miles, and hours, of uninhabited desert landscape — and I mean literally uninhabited, except for the occasional run of windmills — which you will either find beautiful if you’re used to deserts or oppressive if you’re not. (Didn’t bother shooting anything of the desert scenery, either, so I can’t show you what I’m talking about.)
But once through the desert, turning north towards the foothills of the Okanogan Forest and through the lake lands, you start to come to this:
Apple orchards. Endless acres of apple orchards. No yards — every house, every little bungalow, has an apple orchard. Imagine the square footage of your average suburban front lawn turned into a grove of apple trees, and every house on the block likewise, and the entire neighborhood the same, leading right up to the big family farms until the entire place is swallowed up by apple trees.
I honestly thought I’d shot more; maybe it only felt like I did. Couldn’t see it for the trees, I guess.
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Roses Lake BW 1, c. 2012
Roses Lake Driving By 1 & 5, c. 2012
Kodak GB 200
Chelanscapes 2 & 3, c. 2012
Orchards Outside Chelan 2, 1, 3, c. 2012
Kodak GB 200