Monday, May 20, 2013
Can ya smell the lilacs?
We're definitely entering one of the most beautiful, fragrant times of the year, and I was lovin' it with my camera yesterday.
Some of the flower scenes were shot alongside old HWY 10 on the once-scary Denton Curves.
As a child, I'm pretty sure that I shut my eyes in the back seat while whoever was driving maneuvered the death-defying roadway overlooking Lake Pend Oreille.
I'm also sure some people died there cuz it's so hard NOT to look at the lake, but those curves were tricky. One look at the lake, and you could be taking your final look at the ground far below.
At least we thought that was the case.
I first sat behind the steering wheel and drove the Denton Curves as Forest Service employee back in the late 1960s.
We had passed the Defensive Driving course by then, so maybe I had the tools to take 'em on and to stay alive through that treacherous stretch of road.
Well, yesterday not one ounce of that old-time anxiety existed, nor did any other drivers.
I had the road to myself, stopped at will and snapped photos of the beautiful wildflowers bursting from the rock walls above.
I thought later how those pretty flowers probably existed back in the 1960s, but who had time to look. Now, there's plenty of time and not much fear.
You can stop on the Denton curves, take time to smell the flowers and behold the beauty of Lake Pend Oreille.
I love this lilac time of year, and while they're blooming, I think I'll keep snapping. Just can't get enough of them.
Part of my trip yesterday included a stop I've never made before, even though my friend Chris and I drove the Lightning Creek Road twice weekly for at least one summer years ago.
The Clark Fork Cemetery, like all cemeteries, has its own pastoral flavor, serenity and history. While driving through slowly, I saw Bert Ralph's grave.
He was one of Clark Fork's horsemen, and if I remember correctly, he had an Appaloosa or two. And, the Maloney gravestones----Julie Maloney, still alive and well, served as my first introduction to the family.
We went to Sister School together during early summer weeks at St. Joseph's Catholic Church, and that's how I met a lot of Clark Fork kids as an urchin myself. Tom Shields was one of those; wasn't he mayor of Clark Fork? And, Linda Ponack. We eventually went to college together.
Years later, I taught Julie Maloney's kids.
The ties to Clark Fork go back as do the trips through there when the place was better known as Clark's Fork.
The scenes along my way not only heightened my hungry senses but also took me on some good trips to yesteryear.
Spring flowers--especially lilacs---tend to do that.
Betcha can't guess where that last photo was taken.