The snarl of canyons that compose the northeast corner of Oregon appear from space like leavings trimmed from a fir tree, one raised for Christmas. Of course the snarl makes ultimate sense as all the waterways/branches make it to the Columbia River, most of them by way of the Snake. Almost certainly - or until proven otherwise - this scene is part of all that, but which part I have not determined. We will soon come upon the 500th Sykes and that, I think, will be it. Upon review I suspect that I will find at least one occasion on which I have repeated one of Horace's slides - and this scene might be an example of that. I have not kept perfect track of my own clippings. (click to enlarge)
