Leaving Roslyn for the return drive, we had to try one more "side road".
That ended with the option to turn onto a dirt road labeled, "Primitive Road/Caution!"
We found it to be nicely-graded and wide, and so we went to "just around the first corner".
The sun was lowering with a last-strength effort, and golden trees were bright against the dark evergreens.
This is the typical contrast of the northwest. Our forests are thick with fir trees and the deciduous trees are scattered, tucked and hidden by the overpowering dominance of evergreens.
You can't blame them for trying:
On the way back out, we knew we'd be stopping for this barn.
Anyone who knows my love for barns also knows my distaste for tin roofs.
In almost every case, a tin roof invalidates a barn, in my opinion.
However, I loved this shape and the fact that autumn was in the spotlight in the background.
So, I tried different camera settings to capture only the barn's shape, and the pop of colors:
On top of the Pass, we stopped for photos. I turned around and Lo! There was "our mountain"!
Through the fog, there stood Guye Peak where we lived for several years.
Our home was on the flanks, behind the horizontal tree-top line in the picture:
Just about home now, looking up to where we used to pick wild huckleberries
while living at the Pass:
This is not commendable photography, but it is included because it is the perfect natural stamp of approval
to the perfect day.
It was blatant and stunning as I turned down our road,
but had faded by the time I got home and grabbed my camera:
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