Kayak and Mt. Baker 2007

KAYAKING AND MT. BAKER!

My sister, Jayna, came up to the Pacific Northwest for a visit in early Sept. of 2007. The timing proved to be very fortuitous. August was a crummy weather month. I injured my back pretty severely in July and was unable to do any of the activities that we delve into every Summer as deeply as we can. Hiking was reduced to a minimum and camping trips were totally out as I couldn't carry any weight. So when Jayna arrived in Sept for a kayaking trip, it was good timing. I was sufficiently healed to undertake a day of kayaking and the weather was picture perfect, as you shall see. It was the best weather we had all Summer.

Ascension to Heaven. The light will guide me. Jayna paddles on, oblivious to my glorification. Leslie takes a picture from behind Jayna and I I took a picture of Jayna Leslie paddles ferociously to save herself from the dangerous surf and overwhelming tide

Leslie in the red hat (and some wannabees) in a cove. A self-portrait with Leslie and Justin in the background. I call it "Jayna in the Sound near Rock" Leslie and Justin smiling like hams.

Three final portraits from our day kayaking

Leslie, paddling like a pro, and Justin, paddling wildly. Jayna turning around to smile Me, eating kelp right out of the Sound

The Beauty of Mt. Baker revealed!

Leslie and I before Mt. Baker A delightful moraine along our hike Mountain Wildflowers Baker in the Sun

In the upper left is the lake I walked to for a cooling-off dip. I walked along the spine between the snowfields. Note the goats on the snow in the middle of the picture. The lake from a little closer After the swim I sat on the rock in the middle of the ice to put my shoes back on. I had to wipe my feet clean of mud with ice. My toes froze, but no matter, they were shorty warm enough again. In the water using the timer on the camera for the picture

Leslie and Jayna walking up a snowfield I was a bit ahead, so I stopped to take a picture of Leslie and Jayna. See them on the upper left, Jayna's trying to slide like DiMaggio Still waiting and photographing them So long Baker, maybe a visit in the winter to ski on you

Eventually we had to come down from the mountain, due in no small part to the insistence of Jayna's daughter.

After our Kayaking and mountain journies we relaxed by skipping a few stones over the northwest wind (bastardization of a Harry Nilsson tune) and protecting ourselves by practicing "The Fly".

Get Back Home Loretta


Ascension to Heaven. The light will guide me. Jayna paddles on, oblivious to my glorification.	Leslie takes a picture from behind Jayna and I	I took a picture of Jayna	Leslie paddles ferociously to save herself from the dangerous surf and overwhelming tide


Leslie in the red hat (and some wannabees) in a cove.	A self-portrait with Leslie and Justin in the background.	I call it "Jayna in the Sound near Rock"	Leslie and Justin smiling like hams.

Three final portraits from our day kayaking

	Leslie, paddling like a pro, and Justin, paddling wildly.	Jayna turning around to smile	Me, eating kelp right out of the Sound


Leslie and I before Mt. Baker	A delightful moraine along our hike	Mountain Wildflowers	Baker in the Sun


In the upper left is the lake I walked to for a cooling-off dip. I walked along the spine between the snowfields. Note the goats on the snow in the middle of the picture.	The lake from a little closer	After the swim I sat on the rock in the middle of the ice to put my shoes back on. I had to wipe my feet clean of mud with ice. My toes froze, but no matter, they were shorty warm enough again.	In the water using the timer on the camera for the picture


Leslie and Jayna walking up a snowfield	I was a bit ahead, so I stopped to take a picture of Leslie and Jayna. See them on the upper left, Jayna's trying to slide like DiMaggio	Still waiting and photographing them	So long Baker, maybe a visit in the winter to ski on you


	After our Kayaking and mountain journies we relaxed by skipping a few stones over the northwest wind (bastardization of a Harry Nilsson tune) and protecting ourselves by practicing "The Fly".