One person drives, one person reads. This amount of concentration on a necessary task keeps our focus at ‘reader’ level instead of editing—ie, it breaks a writerly obsession with ‘what-next’ and installs a ‘what’s actually there’ focus.

And we try to have a destination that’ll let us walk around, rest the voice, etc, which is a safety and health thing.

So we went to Dry Falls, at the end of Banks Lake, associated with Grand Coulee. This is a site associated with the Missoula Flood ca. 11000 BC, where glacial meltwater broke an ice dam and created one of the largest floods in the geologic record. Dry Falls was, at that time, 5x the length of Niagara, and the water was many times deeper. The cliffs that contained it a little upstream are 900 feet high, so what went over the brink was much deeper than what goes over Niagara. It flowed toward the modern Columbia, and created geologic markers all over this end of Washington. The way Niagara makes the ground shake—one can only imagine the effect of watching that go.

Now there’s only a chain of lakes, some in curiously round form, potholes created by rock rolling about a depression in the chaotic force of the water. Some are 50 feet deep.

It’s quite a sight. Wiishu went with us, and one of these days Jane will likely have the photo-adventure up on her site.