Here’s a journey that must be told through photographs.  Our annual trip to Stehekin is always filled with such immense beauty and this year’s adventure was no exception.  Stehekin provides a sacred wilderness that seems to defy time.  Leslie, Winnie, and I filled our days with various hikes, while Rick spent his days fishing for trout on the Stehekin River and writing haiku.

Below are the many photos that should come with the scent of pine and pitch, the smell of the glacial light-blue river, the ever-present distant smell of a camp fire which, sadly, comes from the forest fires that are raging in various areas in Washington state.  The following photos should also come with sounds:  the tired fearless engine of the ol’ family truck as Leslie shifts it into gear and gets going, the rushing river, the tumbling waterfall of Rainbow Falls, the sound of our footsteps on the trails, the chattering of the squirrels as Winnie scares them up trees, the wisps of the wind coming off Lake Chelan, the never ending conversations that Leslie and I share on the trail, the high pitched hum of mosquitoes on the River Trail, and the occasional loud clapping of our hands as we come around a bend on the trail in order to warn any bears that might be just around the corner because,  no, we don’t want to surprise a bear!

Enjoy Stehekin, Washington and a few photos at the end from Chelan.

Our first evening sunset in Stehekin.  The smoke from the fires was kept at bay because of the wind (blowing in our favor), but once the wind died down, the Stehekin Valley slowly filled with smoke.  Oddly, the smoke made for what Leslie referred to as  "dramatic Cathedral lighting".

Our first evening sunset in Stehekin:  Tradition calls for a postprandial walk to Rainbow Falls.  On our way back from the falls, the sky turned red.  The smoke from the fires was kept at bay on this first night and the whole next day because of the wind (blowing in our favor). However,  once the wind died down, the Stehekin Valley slowly filled with smoke. Ironically, the smoke made for gorgeous photos and dramatic Cathedral lighting.

Back at the cabin, Winnie kept busy chasing squirrels up trees.

Back at the cabin, Winnie kept busy chasing squirrels up trees.

A visit to Stehekin is not complete without a visit to The Garden, where I stocked up on the garden's veggies, fruit, and goat cheese.

A visit to Stehekin is not complete without a visit to The Garden, where I stocked up on the garden’s veggies, fruit, and goat cheese.

Dahlia I (dinner plate size!)

Dahlia I (dinner plate size!)

Dahlia II

Dahlia II

Dahlia III  Karl grows these dazzlers in his garden. I love the variety in the Dahlia family of flowers.

Dahlia III   Karl grows these dazzlers in his garden. I love the variety in the Dahlia family of flowers.

And this year, Karl added a roofed structure to protect his fridge and tables bearing honey, beeswax candles, salves, and herbs.  Beautiful Navaho weaving.

And this year, Karl added a roofed structure to protect his fridge and tables bearing honey, beeswax candles, salves, and herbs. Beautiful Navaho weaving.

Winnie is very comfortable in the old truck!

Winnie is very comfortable in the old truck!  We think she had a truck in her pre-rescued life.

Reminders of fires past....

Reminders of fires past….

Ah, this cold water feels good on my hot paws!  And it is oh-so-refreshing to drink!

“Ah, this cold water feels good on my hot paws! And it is oh-so-refreshing to drink!”

Woman's Best Friend  (I think of all the photos, this one captures the Lakeside Trail the best).

Woman’s Best Friend (I think of all the photos, this one captures the Lakeside Trail the best as well as the JOY these two have found in each other!).

Hair whipping wind coming off Lake Chelan

Hair-whipping wind coming off Lake Chelan

My friend Winnie

My friend Winnie  (Oh, by the way, the water really is that blue!  The water comes from melted glacial water carrying silt that creates this unique blue color.)

Back at the cabin, our Haiku-Fisherman Rick has caught us a dinner sized trout!

Back at the cabin, our Haiku-Fisherman Rick has caught us a dinner sized trout!

Rick in his fishing raft on the Stehekin River.

Rick in his fishing raft on the Stehekin River.

Sit and Stay a while!

Sit and Stay a while:  my reading bench

I know it says "River Trail" but it could have said "Mosquito Trail" and would have been more descriptive.  We have never encountered mosquitoes like this on the River Trail!  Deet Jungle Juice Off Repellent needed to be reapplied again and again, but worked and kept us going.  Met some firefighters at the trail head, one who tried to warn us about the mosquitoes (we thought he was being wimpy and exaggerating the whole thing because we have done this hike before and it is buggy but worthwhile, but, in fact, the firefighter was right!)  We later met a baby-faced forest ranger on the River Trail.  He had countless welts on his arms, so I sprayed him down with OFF and he was very thankful!

I know it says “River Trail” but it could have said “Mosquito Trail”, which would have been more descriptive. We have never encountered mosquitoes like this on the River Trail!  DEET Jungle Juice Off Repellent needed to be reapplied again and again, but worked and kept us going.

All good things come to an end and our time in Stehekin went by quickly.  This was taken before departure by float plane.  Here is our float plane waiting for us.  Rick had to carry Winnie.  Winnie looked like a damsel in distress hanging on to Rick. with her hind legs clamping down on his hip bones and her front paws on his shoulders!  You can see how much smoke from the forest fires has moved into the Stehekin Valley.

All good things come to an end and our time in Stehekin went by quickly. This was taken before departure by float plane. Here is our float plane waiting for us. You can see how much smoke from the forest fires has moved into the Stehekin Valley.

Back in Chelan:  Miss Coco

Back in Chelan:  Full-Figured Coco (she is adorable!)

Mr. Tickman with his pose of total abandon and his belly that begs to be pet.  This little boy magically wriggled his way into the Fichtner household.

Mr. Tickman with his pose of total abandon and his belly that begs to be pet. This little boy magically wriggled his way into the Fichtner household.

Irresistible Tickman

Irresistible Tickman

I think this bowl of kibble says it all!

I think this bowl of kibble says it all!

And lastly, this is MY hydrangea!  Leslie's mom planted her and called her Francesca.

And lastly, this is MY hydrangea! Leslie’s mom planted this bush and called her Francesca.  This makes me so happy!