I'm here at Lake Chelan with the Olson clan (Craig's family, 3 generations). Since the family is scattered east and west of the Cascades and some down in Oregon, meeting midway is a good choice. My sister-in-law rented a "villa" for us — pretty swanky! With 12 people splitting the costs, it's actually affordable. This is the view from my bedroom deck.
The golfers are already up and gone this morning, leaving four of us here to soak up the morning stillness. Actually I'm the only one up, drinking in the unfamiliar sights and scents of the East Side of the Mountains. Quail, Sagebrush, Pondersosa Pine. A raptor just fly by, with a call similar to an eagle — but it wasn't an eagle or a turkey vulture or a hawk.
I suspect it was a peregrine falcon because of its white breast and its size but I'm not sure if peregrine falcons live here. So I need to dig out my Natural History book to figure out what it was. It was an Osprey. Of course! I shoulda known that. My raptor-identifying skills are clearly a bit rusty. Thanks to eastern Washington denizen Colleen for the correct identification (see her comment below).
Craig and his nephew are planning to go parasailing today after golf. Me, I'm looking forward to a day of being warm, relaxing, swimming in the infinity pool (photos to come), reading and writing. Blessed be.