As we drove east the hills lost their lush green vegetation, and shadows blackened the cliffs.
We imagined the thoughts of the Lewis and Clark team as they steered their dugout canoes down this treacherous waterway.
As we came over the bluff, the landscape turned green and fertile again. And against the lush farmland Mt. Adams rose, peaceful and majestic. But in this farmland no scenic turnouts appeared on the roads. And the heavy trucks barreling past made us think twice about just pulling over unless there was enough space. At times we could see both mountains clearly. We never found a good spot to stop for a photo so this sight will only remain in our memories.
We entered Yakima Nation and drove many miles through barren hills. At one point we began to see the charred remnants of a recent fire (was it last summer?).