Friday, June 25, 2010
Maroon Bells at Sunrise (unknown photographer)
On the trail around the lake someone carved these words on an aspen tree. One wonders if they are still there? I just found the photo I took on that hike. Perhaps it's time for another road trip to Aspen to see if the tree is still there along the trail.
"If you can't find it here, you can't find it"
What is true
To why you are doing something
Not for the money
There exist no droughts
Friday, June 18, 2010
My Dad and Me Nov 1945
My dad was a quiet force in my life. He taught me how to observe and listen and to take responsibility for my actions. I have always been a tomboy and on annual summer camping trips we'd spend countless hours checking out woods, creeks and rivers. He taught me how to build things when I was a kid and helped me turn my VW bus into a camper when I was in college. He was my mom's true love and a total romantic. I was looking through an old cook book of my mom's (the kind that has an envelope in each section for the recipes you cut out) and found this note under the sandwiches section.
We rarely think about our parents in their stages of life: as kids or teenagers, first loves, marriage, raising children, retiring and then gaining elder status. My husband and I were talking on the porch last night and realized there are many parallels between my parents and us. They were both artists and happiest outdoors in the garden or on the road. They were total romantics and free spirited soul mates. And like us, even in their 60's, were mischievous and still 27 on the inside.
A salute to Dads everywhere who work hard to get it right even without a guidebook or users manual.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Just a few more photos from our excellent adventure that took us from the Redwood Empire to Oregon's northwest corner.
The Dragon at Bullard's Beach, Bandon, OR
Spencer Creek at Beverly Beach State Park, OR
Yaquina River at Newport, OR
The trail to the beach at Fort Stevens, OR
Sunday, June 13, 2010
My husband is an Oregon boy and I'm a California girl. Truth be told I'm a bit of a weather wimp. If I’m bundled up and water proof I’m good to go, but I often get chilled with the least drop in temperature. When the thermostat says 68 on a summer night it seems much warmer that when it says 68 on a winter's night.
Along the Oregon Coast in Oswald West State Park
north of Cannon Beach
It’s been an extraordinarily wet winter and spring in the West. It was raining when we left home and continued as we headed north on Hwy 101. On our 4th day in Marion County we had 2” in one afternoon. The weatherman said they expect a warm rain from the tropical environs in January (sometimes called the Pineapple Express), but not on the first week of June. Even old time Oregonians were saying it was a little unusual.
Spencer Creek at Beverly Beach Campground
Rod has always teased me that a light rain is only Oregon Sunshine and he has no qualms about being outside without rain gear. The past few days there’s been a lot of rain and light showers. When we first got to his Pop’s place I was in multiple layers. It's day four and I'm trotting around outside barefooted in shorts and a tank top. Think I’ve finally passed the moisture challenge and can now qualify as an honorary Oregonian.
One of several farms we passed with acres of white flowers.
Do you know what the crop might be?
We've traveled up Hwy 101 through Oregon every year, in all seasons, for 30 years and never get tired of views. This spring's trip was spectacular, with every shade of green you could imagine, wild rhododendrons in bloom along the corridor and wildflowers down to the road edge. Maybe it's time for you to take a road trip?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Looking inland from Bullards Beach, Bandon, OR
Our first night in Oregon was spent just north of Bandon at Bullard's Beach State Park, one of our favorites spots in southern Oregon. Got our site set up and took a four mile walk on the beach to work out the kinks.