Expedition Leader's Notes
Well, after nearly two and a half weeks on the road, it was bound to happen. We were
probably due for a dud day, but once again, the Crew pulled themselves together and in the
end were a source of unbelievable pride.
It started, as all days have in the last two weeks, almost two hours late in getting
started. You can't blame people for wanting to take showers and have breakfast, though.
The flight into Ravalli County was just gorgeous… up over Lost Trail Pass (where I did some
work years ago on a road realignment with my buddy Dave Kopp) then west down the Lochsa
River. A fairly easy track to follow for us… not so for the original Corps, who struggled
mightily through the snows and along steep ridges for almost a month.
Easy to pick out the clear cuts versus the untouched wilderness areas. White waterfalls
cascading down from the forests… the Clearwater joined from the south and Mike and I took
the Caravan out over Weippe Prairie in search of Blue Camas… the root that brought Lewis
and his Corps back to life after their harrowing journey through the Bitterroots… not over
them like us. No camas… but lots of aircraft over Orofino and low over the reservoir
where's there's an EAA fly-in.
Landed at Lewiston where we were met by Idaho State Representative and fellow pilot Don
Pischner, who volunteered to shuttle us to a place for lunch… and I'm talking many shuttle
trips. We were originally to overnight in the Lewiston/Clarkston area, but our local Trunk
contact had other obligations and being a day behind, we decided to push on to Hood River,
OR. After some confusion by at least one aircraft as to which way to fly to the Columbia
(really… it happened) - Roger and Don chased it down and turned it around in the right
direction - we all managed to head west, joining the Columbia at Sacajawea State Park.
Through the pelouse with geologic commentary by Julian along the way. Flew high to avoid
the small wildlife refuges (e.g., Umatilla) along the route, flew low over Columbia Crest
Winery where we had requested the opportunity to land and trade for wine (no response).
This weekend was to be their annual Anachronistic Festival… but no one was home today.
The ceiling was coming down and the winds were rising as we landed at Hood River, OR, having
passed up The Dalles airport based on a recommendation I received last year from locals I
met at The Dalles. Here we met the AOPA editor and photographer that wanted to do a story
on the Flight. In all honesty, we've had better days for them to cover the expedition.
However, we were all revived by a wonderful reception and gift exchange with Judy Bluehorse
Skelton and her students.
Unfortunately, there was no Jet A for the choppers (it eventually turned up… don't ask me
how), no courtesy car, no rental cars available, no place to stay in town and no place to
alder plank our $150.00 worth of fresh caught salmon. With one aircraft blown down the
taxiway, glowering clouds, a sprinkling of rain and news that the ground crew had taken the
Coeur d'Alene short cut from Salmon to Hood River, I held an impromptu pilot briefing while
everyone fueled up, paid for the salmon we wouldn't eat and launched for Pearson Field in
Vancouver, WA.
The Gorge can be quite beautiful when the sun is out, but on this late afternoon it didn't
present itself very well. I feel badly that the crew didn't see it at it's best; Bonneville
Dam… the Bridge of the Gods… Skamania Lodge… Beacon Rock… all passed below in the light rain
and mist.
We landed at Pearson without incident and taxied up to the parking area outside the Museum
hangers. Boy, will they be surprised when they open shop in the morning.
We stayed at my favorite motel along the north bank of the Columbia, Homewood Suites, where
the manager remembered me and gave us a great rate. We had dinner at Beaches with the crew
and Pat, Ross and Roger. We're almost to the Pacific and I'm starting to have problems
remembering our last two stops. Brian admits the same phenomenon… that must be why he got
into photography.
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