A Full-time Life

WE ARE STILL HERE!

In Blogland, we've been away for awhile  ...

 

 

 but in real life we're still here on earth.  

Happily, we're now at home, getting re-acquainted with our little corner of the world here on the Caloosahatchie River in Florida.    But that's  not where I took the above photo.  I did the familiar "stop,  gotta get a picture" yell as we passed through Earth, Texas -- really just a rather run-down wide spot in the road  -- on the second leg of our cross-country trip.  (The sign was the only photo-worthy part of the town.)    

All of the rest of the pictures in today's post are from Colorado -- our favorite stop on our trip.   

 

The Autumn color was a feast for the eyes and the company was wonderful as always in beautiful Colorado.  We visited our son and daughter-in-law in a  part of the state that was new to us -- Lisa and Geoff  had moved into a brand-new home, on the Western side of the Rockies, just a couple of months earlier.     We really enjoyed our stay -- we always have such a good visit and it was fun to explore new territory.     The gorgeous scenery was a huge bonus -- the State really lives up to the motto "colorful Colorado" this time of year.  

 

 

I'm not ready to post about the whole trip in any kind of chronological order yet  (pictures to label and sort and real-life getting organized still going on here).  Above are some more Colorado pictures featuring blue skies and more golden Aspens.  (And our youngest son getting very close to the edge of a cliff.)  By this time in my life, he didn't even scare me too much.     

 

Gunnison Sage Grouse

 

 An "accidental  sighting " on one of our exploring days.   I wasn't even looking for birds, but this one practically asked me to take its picture.

 

Ouray County, Colorado

More to come from Oregon, Colorado, Florida and points in between.   

 

 

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OLD FAVORITES

It's kind of in-between seasons here in the Eugene area.  Too late for summer and too early for Fall color.  And no wildlife sightings.  I took not a single outdoor picture last week.   In fact, I took no pictures at all anywhere.   That really doesn't happen too often in our world!  But thankfully there are memories to share as we get ready to make some new ones.

 

Autumn Flyover - Snow Geese and Sandhill Cranes  - New Mexico, 2006

This was our second visit to the amazing Bosque Del Apache Wildlife Refuge.

 

Last week,  I didn't have any pictures to link to Skywatch Friday nor anything to link to Saturday Critters,  so this post is definitely trying to make up for those omissions.   As always I appreciate the hosts of all the sharing opportunities.

 

Immature Little Blue Heron and Roseate Spoonbill

Corkscrew Audubon Wildlife Refuge, Florida

Corkscrew is just enough out-of-the-way from our Florida Canal Cottage that we don't go there regularly, but it is always a joy when we do.    It's definitely on the list for next time.

 

Colorado

Feeding Moose, Mountain Goat, and Elk in or near Rocky Mountain National Park

Pictures are from three different visits.  Our Colorado family has moved to another area of that beautiful state and we are excited to see them and learn more about the new area.    I'm sure the camera will come out of hiding there if not before!  

So yes, we are  planning to hitch up soon and head off for a (still) socially-distanced and masked road-trip.   We always enjoy the journey but  also look forward to visits with other people we know are vaccinated.     I'll be taking a break from posting for a little while.  But I will be reading and catching up with other blogger's adventures as we travel.    When the tiny trailer is parked for the night and it's too  early to go to bed, our IPads are the source of the evening's entertainment.  Your posts are far more entertaining than the TV set that we took out of the trailer so that we'd have more storage space.  I haven't missed it at all.

 

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Last of the Summer Color

 

These pictures are from yesterday afternoon's get-together at the home of our grandson and granddaughter-in-law.     Even now, at the end of the season, their backyard is colorful and comfortable.   

 

Somehow, when each of our children bought their first home and made it their own, it didn't surprise me.  I was (and am) proud of them, but buying a house and settling in was just the normal progression in life. But it utterly  amazes me that our grandchildren could have, somehow, reached that stage of life.  How on earth could we be old enough for that to happen?  (Rhetorical question -- I do know the answer!)   

 

 

There were familiar plants in their garden and a couple that were new to me.   Top left is an elderberry (our granddaughter-in-law made jelly from it earlier).  The one at the lower right corner is a ground cherry which I don't remember ever seeing before.  We ate a handful and they are quite interesting .  I thought they had a nut-like taste, but nobody else came up with the same description.  Our 18 month old great-grandson loved them!   (More familiar ones are  scarlet runner beans and a tomato -- and the non-food-item hen and chicks in the center.

As usual, I didn't take people pictures this time, but I did find a few from family gathering earlier this summer .

 

The great-grandson whose home we visited yesterday is on the left and that's his older cousin on the right.   Both of them have grown a lot in the last couple of months, as people do at those ages!  

 

It was really sweet watching the cousins playing together as the two-year old showed the "baby" how his firetruck worked.

 

Lesson learned.   

Fun for them, built-in-entertainment for the rest of us.   

Thankful that the smoke cleared out yesterday and it wasn't too hot outside.  And especially grateful  that  family  older than these two are vaccinated so that we can happily and safely enjoy time together.  

 

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WILD MEMORIES

 

Sticking close to home this week  doing some fun stuff that I don't document well with photographs.   You know, like cooking, eating, reading, walking, visiting with local family.   Of course I do take pictures sometimes when I do the latter two things, but photo-worthy nature subjects are hard to find around here on hot, dry August days.    I might have to teach myself to take decent pictures of food and people at least during the height of summer.   

 We are also hopefully planning some not-too-distant travel (and I think everyone knows by now what I mean by "we"  in this context.)   I am grateful to the Travel Planner.     I am also glad our weather here in Oregon seems to be cooling down some and I look forward to a few more good photo walks here.     Meanwhile, while the other half of us is planning for the future, I'm collecting memories from the past.    Obviously, I've also been trying to sort through a million or so digital photos.  

 I do better making family portraits of birds and animals than I do of human ones.  Here are a few:   

 

Top row:  hungry baby Great Blue Heron and mom - Wakodahatchee Nature Center Florida;  Pie-Billed Grebe family, Fern Ridge Lake Oregon; Swan Family, Germany River Cruise

Middle:  Sandhill crane family, Upriver RV Resort Florida; Wood stork with baby in nest, Wakodahatchee; Whistling Ducks,     Florida.  

Bottom row:  Burrowing Owl family, Cape Coral Florida;  Stork Family, Wakodahatchee; Ospreys, Florida Keys

 

Pronghorn Antelope, Hart Mountain Refuge Oregon

The above is not my best or favorite animal picture by far but it is from the one and only place I didn't post about after our July trip to Eastern Oregon so it gets a separate picture.      Below are some pictures  that really are candidates for favorite animals  -- and favorite places visited.    

 

Elk, Rocky Mountain National Park Colorado; Bison, British Columbia; Brown Bears, Alaska; 

Moose, Rocky Mountain NP; Mountain Sheep, Colorado;   Musk Ox, Prudhoe Bay Alaska

Mother and Baby Moose, Cook Inlet Alaska; Stone Sheep, British Columbia;  Caribou, Alaska 

 

Virtual nature viewing  is almost as much fun as the real thing!  I love the way digital cameras make it possible to capture all these memories.    Here's a fly-in memory shot from another trip:  

 

 

Happy September everyone.

 

Don't forget to say Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit on Wednesday.

Addendum from Wikipedia:  "Rabbit rabbit rabbit" is a superstition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words "rabbit", "rabbits" and/or "white rabbits" aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.  The origin of the superstition is unknown.

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GOING COASTAL

We enjoyed a lovely three-day getaway to the beautiful Oregon Coast last week.    

 

 

It is always a joy to be at the ocean and I never tire of the Pacific coast.   An added benefit this time was getting out of the heat  in our valley.  

 

 

These pictures are all from Yachats State Park, one of the best places to view this wild coast.   We had a  a perfect day for it.

 

 

 

 This is such a good place to play outside!   There is a walking trail  and when the tide is right those rocks are great for climbing and exploring.  (Although we don't do as much of that as we used to!)    There was one thing marring the day's perfection.    We spotted a  fin, which could have been a joyful occurrence,  but instead turned out to be very sad. 

 

 

This poor baby Blue whale died and washed up in this cove.   Every year, thousands of whales migrate along our coast and sometimes they don't make it.  The baby may have been killed by an orca or died of natural causes.  It is all a part of nature, but for whatever reason whales are one of those  animals with which we bond  emotionally, so it was sad to see. 

  

 

We joke sometimes that over the years we've stayed in every hotel,  vacation rental, and campground along the Oregon coast.   That's not quite true, but  the above rental duplex just across the street from the beach above is one where we have stayed a few times in the past. Not this time though -- instead, we took the tiny trailer and we were camped about 45 minutes south of Yachats at one of the coastal lakes between Florence and Reedsport.

 

Woahink Lake

This lake access  across the highway from the RV Park where we stayed was a nice place for an evening walk.

 

Beaver, Egrets, and ducks on Siltcoos Lake.  

We drove around the lake one day taking a long detour as we  headed further south to explore Coos Bay.   Somehow, I forgot to take any more pictures but it was a very pleasant day with different  views and some positive changes to this familiar coastal town that were fun to see.   We ate a delicious seafood dinner at a new restaurant with a lovely bay view  (and  Covid-protocol observing staff and patrons).  Eating out is certainly a far rarer occurrence for us these days than it used to be!   On the way back to Eugene the next day, we stopped at Winchester Bay and brought home oysters which Bill grilled.     And that meal was even better.  

 

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New Pine Creek memories

This is a mostly a repeat memory post with some added thoughts and all new pictures.  On our summer camping trip in June we drove through New Pine Creek, the tiny (not-quite-a) town that straddles the Oregon-California border.    We lived  in that out-of-the-way place for two years very early in our life together.   

 

Goose Lake State Park, Oregon

That was in the early 1960s.  Back then, Goose Lake wasn't yet a State Park but it was a 20+ mile long shallow Lake.   Now it is a large field of grass.  Not a drop of water.  

 

We'd last driven through this area  twelve years ago during a cross-country RV trip.     I posted then  about the memories the town evoked, but because even that visit was so long ago, I thought the post was worth a repeat.    (Thoughts I added this time are in bold.)

 

MEMORIES IN A TUMBLE-DOWN TOWN

We've been married just about forever (I wrote that twelve years ago and we're still here!) and sometime back at the dawning of civilization*, we lived for a couple of years in New Pine Creek.  We went to see it last week when we were in Southeast Oregon.  It's a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of place that straddles the Oregon-California border on Highway 395. 

(Definitely not the prettiest entry-way into California)

This little farm community is twenty miles south of Lakeview Oregon and 50 miles north of Alturas California, with nothing much else in between.  It's the outback of the outback.  Back then (*it really was 1959 through 1961), we thought we were so lucky to get to move there.  Bill had just graduated from a two-year program at a Teacher's College in  Lewiston Idaho (across the Snake River from our home town of Clarkston Washington).  He got a position as teacher/principal (and janitor) at New Pine Creek Elementary, a one-room school on the California side of the border.  California!  It paid more than Idaho, where most of his fellow graduates went.  I think he made about $4,500 that year.   

We had a one-year old son and a baby on the way.  (Our daughter was born in Lakeview in February 1960. The Dr. and hospital were 20 miles away from home.)  This is the house where we lived -- as you can see, it is  about a foot from the highway.  The house actually looks better now than it did then; we didn't have siding or a fence. (Ugh, it's a junk shop now -- so this time, it looked even worse than it did in 1960.)   It snowed a lot in the Winters we were there. The snowplow would come past several times a day and plow the snow into drifts that blocked the house in.  Those winter days were long!

This is the  old school building where Bill taught.  Someone was living in it last time we were here, but It looked completely abandoned now -- the school closed years ago.    It was about the length of two blocks straight up the highway from our house.  It is funny to realize that the eighth-graders Bill taught were actually only six or seven years younger than he was then.    

It was a very small village even when we lived there.  But there were a couple of grocery stores, a good butcher, a barbershop, a service station right next door owned by the sweet couple who were our landlords,  and a Grange Hall that had an active social schedule. Now the buildings all look like something straight out of a ghost story. (Even worse this time.)    Junk shops are the last dying gasps of a small town. 

After our two years there, we moved back to Eastern Washington.  Living there again, we had two more sons, bought our first house, worked a bunch of various jobs between us, and, eventually, Bill went back to college and completed his degrees.   It remains my fond hope that someday I will get around to scanning some old pictures and writing some memory posts about those years!  In 1971, we moved to Lane County, Oregon -- the opposite side of the State of Oregon from NPC, in every possible definition.

 

Random Roadside pictures as we drove around Oregon's outback in 2021 

(altered with Picasa to look like a 1960s scrapbook page.)

We've long since lost track of the people we knew during the short time we lived in New Pine Creek.     But we'll always remember our two years there -- we did a lot of growing up and had a lot of fun too.  (Looking back from over half a century later my mind is boggled thinking about how young we were then .) I wonder if there will be anything left of the town if we ever drive through again.   (So obviously we did drive through again and found the town in even worse condition.  I don't think we'll do that again!    But we treasure our memories and are  thankful that we've survived all the ensuing years in slightly better shape ourselves.  

 

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Newberry National Volcanic Monument, Central Oregon

 

Central Oregon has a fiery past and Newberry, the largest volcano in the Cascade Range, is a good place to learn about it.  This volcano began erupting 500,000 years ago.  It created massive lava flows that covered 1,200 square miles.  

 

 Paulina Lake in the Newberry Caldera.

The last eruption occurred (only!) 1,300 years ago.

 

 

But it is still active and will certainly erupt again.   The eruption could be either passive with lava flows or explosive  with ash and pumice.   There are nine monitoring stations to detect any early and subtle signs of it reawakening.  

 

Paulina Peak is the highest point on the caldera rim.  It is 7,984 feet above sea level and 1,652 feet above Paulina Lake.  

 

The Big Obsidian Flow is the youngest lava flow at Newberry.  Volcanic ash from the eruption 1,300 years ago reached as far as the State of Idaho.

 

  

(The Park Service has a sense of humor).

 

We stayed a few nights in Central Oregon before heading further into the Eastern part of our State.    During the years we lived, worked, and raised our family in Lane County, this area was a great getaway -- not too far away but quite a contrast to home.  We did a little cross-country skiing near Newberry back then  (when we were much younger) and  the area was a frequent destination for Scout troops our boys were involved with.  It was fun to explore the area again.  Our visit brought back good memories and we learned (or re-learned) a lot.  As we always do when we travel, whether the destination is close to home or farther away.

 

 

This is one of the things we did not know.  In the town of LaPine, where we stayed during this part of our trip, we saw a sign that simply said "Big Tree."  We followed the signs to the State Park to find  the largest Ponderosa Pine ever recorded.  This Oregon Heritage tree was a giant way before  Oregon was a State   -- it has  endured centuries of fire, disease, insects, and human impact.   We can only hope it continues to do so.

   

 

We enjoyed the  time in Central Oregon.  It's a beautiful area and a nice transition when traveling between the vastly different Western and Eastern parts of our State.  Oregon really is a land of contrast.  We are grateful to be able to explore it all.

 

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Petroglyphs and Sunstones

… both found in Oregon, way in the back of beyond.

 

Behind where our trailer was parked in Adel

Far away from the population centers of the State of Oregon, we spent four nights in the town of Adel.    Not so sure you could even call it a small town -- the population is only 201.  There's a restaurant/bar with a post office next door .  We parked in one of the four or five RV sites behind those buildings.    There is really nothing much else there except sagebrush and cows.    (This is where we were staying when we woke up to the cattle drive passing right behind us.) 

Eighteen miles away on a secondary highway is the even smaller "unincorporated rural area" of Plush.  Around 50 hearty souls live there.  We had already driven through Plush on that fairly decent highway  as we were out exploring.    But  the travel planner/driver was tired of good roads.  After all, we were on vacation -- why drive roads as good as those at home?  (Normal people would answer that differently from dyed-in-the-wool road warriors.)   Our maps showed a  country road that would eventually also emerge at Plush.    

So we took "the road less traveled."    And that road was unpaved and narrow and winding with very little to see along most of it but sagebrush and the remnants of abandoned dreams.   And we loved it!      

 

 

 Before too many miles, the road got narrower and more winding with rocks and boulders to navigate around.    Bill knows how to drive them and I trust him -- mostly.   There was the one time I had to get out  to direct us around a huge boulder in the middle of the road.  It was on a rise that we couldn't see over.   We rocked over that one, but the road gradually got worse and worse.  We talked about finding a turn-around place, but there really wasn't a good one.   It was then that we came to a fence and rusty wire cattle gate that looked like it hadn't been opened for years.   But "we" managed to open and then shut it behind us. The road continued to deteriorate and shortly our car was straddling two-foot deep ruts that we were afraid we'd slide into.  (Did I mention that we hadn't seen another living soul all day?)   It was definitely time to give up.    But at least there was a good place to turn around.  

One of us thinks that a reason to use four-wheel drive makes any trip worthwhile.  And the other one of us likes to take pictures of abandoned buildings and big skies.   But before we realized we would need to turn around we had already made a wonderful discovery (new to us anyway) that would have made the trip worthwhile in itself.     We found petroglyphs!   

 

Greaser Canyon Petroglyph Site

(Click to enlarge, but there are close-up shots below)

There was no sign along the road pointing to this historical site which is quite a ways back from the road.  And, in fact, we had  driven past by the time I really realized what I'd seen from the window.  After the well-known "STOP" screech,  Bill was able to back up (a good trick, because see above).   This  site is on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) property and there is a small sign at the base of the rock wall. It said there had been some archeological reconstruction due to vandalism.   I assume the rocks were moved from the ground to protect them somehow although they were not fenced at all.   The sign also warns that altering the designs in any way is a violation of federal law.  It is horrible to think that anyone could take time to get to this remote place and then try to destroy  such treasures from our past.   (But it is very remote -- once  again on this whole day of exploration we  did not see another person or car.  I don't know if that makes it good or bad for the  safety of this site.)

    

These photos are enhanced.   I don't have a fancy editing tool, but I used Picassa  Boost  to bring out   the shapes of the petroglyphs.  

 We didn't know a single thing about these petroglyphs before stumbling on them and had seen nothing in any of the visitor guides we looked at, but later found  a bit of information on the web.  The site is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Archeologists believe the designs were scraped into the boulders around 12,000 years ago.   Back then lakes filled many of the high desert basins and the people who occupied the land camped and hunted near those waters.  The meaning  of the marks they left behind has been lost over time.  As with most petroglyphs and pictographs, no one knows exactly why they were made or what they represented.    It is poignant and almost incomprehensible to think about the people from so long ago who once walked right where we were walking.  And to wonder ...   

 

 

People have disappeared from this area in more recent  times too for reasons it is easier to comprehend.   Here's an illustration just waiting for a sad story to be written.   We saw this abandoned home before we turned around to back-track to our home away from home.   The picture is zoomed in -- the house was pretty far from the (very poor) road!    It felt so remote and  lonely.      

The next picture was taken on a a different day, along the highway between Adel and Plush (the good road).  

 

 

We saw these sweet babies run to the fence every time we drove that road.  It seemed almost like whenever they heard a car these donkeys thought they would be getting a treat.    We didn't stop  but I  hope their owners did so frequently.

 

And here's a sign at the gas station letting us know  that Plush is "a small quiet drinking town with a cattle problem."   I wouldn't doubt any of that except that I'm pretty sure that a  population of around 50 doesn't actually make it a town at all.   And then we saw this other sign on the fence around the station:

 

We had read that sunstones could be found somewhere in this area -- and this sign told us that a dig was located 24 miles from Plush.  Just past a Dust Devil?  Plush itself is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and now you can drive 24 more miles to see some stones you know nothing about?  And the collection area might be hard to find because who knows exactly where the dust devil would be!  We thought the sign was a joke (dust devils are what we here in the West call those little mini-storms of soil  that the wind sometimes whirls  on arid lands and fallow farm fields).      But the trip even further into the back of beyond sounded like just the kind of thing we loved.  So off we went -- and when we got there we learned that the sign wasn't a joke after all.  Dust Devil is actually the name of a commercial Sunstone Mine.

 

And this is it!  The Dust Devil Mine.   It's open to the public to sort through the conveyor belt  (for a fee)  and there is also a free BLM dig area where people can camp and dig for the stones.    It  looked like paying for a lot of hot and dusty work!  So we decided  to  collect information, but not gems.  After seeing so few people while we'd been exploring the area, it was amazing to see quite a few campers and gem hunters at this commercial mine and at the other campground.  

 

from the Web public domain

 

I was still a little freaked out talking to people and didn't take many pictures because this was back in early June and we seemed to be about  the only people there still wearing Covid masks.  But everyone we spoke with was friendly and we did learn  quite a bit about the sunstone  which is the official Oregon state gem.   (I didn't even know we had one.)  One lady showed us a few she had found and some jewelry she had made earlier.  And people who helped out at the mine told us a bit about the operation.    For anyone who is more of a jewelry person that I am, there are several websites and people sell their sunstone creations on Etsy.     But we were just happy to have found the site and to learn something new about our home State.

 

 

We saw a pair of sandhill cranes along the road on the way back to Adel after that interesting day.  Every day really was an adventure during our time in Southeastern Oregon -- we were happy and grateful to get to travel again and to see and learn all we did.    

 

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CRATER LAKE COOL DOWN

 

It used to be kind of boring to talk about the weather -- not so much anymore, sadly.  A massive heat dome is expected to cover most of the country this week, bringing yet another round of extremely hot summertime temperatures.  Meanwhile, the Bootleg Fire in SE Oregon has surpassed 400,000 acres and is burning toward Summer Lake, the area I blogged about last week (where we visited the Wildlife Refuge in early June.).         I am afraid catastrophic weather events (fire, flooding, extreme heat) are the future barring a miracle and I hope for that miracle for everywhere. 

But meanwhile I'm tapping into my inner Pollyanna (thinking only happy thoughts ) by posting pictures that may bring some cooling thoughts  ... most of them are from last month.

 

 

June in Oregon (but not the part of the State where we live).   

We stopped at Crater Lake National Park near the end of our early June trip.  The above picture is on the highway between Crater   and Diamond Lakes.     There was still quite a bit of snow  and some of the roads inside the park were not yet open.  

This was the first time we'd visited Crater Lake since 2009.  So long ago! The mosaic below is from that earlier visit, which was in late July of that year.   That's usually a better time to visit, but I am very glad we were there earlier this year.

 

Crater Lake NP, July 2009

Top: View from the rim; Wizard Island; Phantom Ship.   Bottom Row (all views we were unable to get to this year) :  The Pinnacles; Vidae Falls; Pumice Castle.  

You can see there was still a little snow even then, but all of the roads were open by  that time, so this shows some of the Park's attractions that we were unable to visit this year.      

The rest of this post is from last month's trip.  Information about the Lake (in bold) is taken from the Crater Lake Visitor Guide given to us as we entered the Park.   (We always take and read those newspaper-format handouts when we visit any National Park -- they are an invaluable resource.)  

 

Crater Lake from the rim of the caldera -- with a view of Wizard Island

Crater Lake National Park is dedicated to protect the deepest lake in the United States.  The Lake is located inside a caldera formed 7,700 years ago when a 12,000 foot volcano collapsed after a major eruption.   Wizard Island is a cinder cone that erupted out of the Lake around 7300 years ago.    Now the slopes of the volcano are covered by old-growth forests that are home to birds, mammals, and hundreds of native plant species.  The Park is a central part of the cultural traditions of local American Indian tribes, whose ancestors witnessed the lake's formation.

Clark's Nutcracker

A pair of  Clark's Nutcrackers were having a loud argument in the trees that edge the Lake at one of the best viewpoints.   A good bird photo op can distract my camera from anything.   Update:   Thank you to Sondra (see here) for correctly identifying this bird.  

   

Phantom Ship Island

I'm using that distraction as an excuse for this poorly focused picture of the Phantom Ship.  This island is as tall as a 16-story building.  Made of erosion-resistant lava that is 400,000 old, it is the oldest exposed rock within the caldera.  

 

 

All of the  pictures are straight out of the camera.  Crater Lake is this blue year-round because it is so clear.   And it stays clear because there are almost no nutrients in the lake to support things like algae. There are no streams or rivers to bring nutrients and sediments into the lake.   Click here for an article from Oregon Public Broadcasting about true blue lakes in the Pacific Northwest.  I found the explanation very interesting when I read it shortly after our visit. 

 

 

Grateful that we've been able to visit many of our country's beautiful National Parks and thankful for all that the dedicated NPS employees do  to protect and share these national treasures.  

 

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SUMMER LAKE AND DERRICK CAVE

All is well in our little corner of the world.  It's too hot and dry here just as it is in pretty much the entire western part of the United States and Canada.  We've  had a few smoky mornings from the fires south and east of us but so far nothing is burning in the county where we live.  

 

Summer Lake Wildlife Area

I'm still posting about our June trip to the other side of Oregon, an area that has not been so fortunate.   When we visited, southeastern Oregon was dry with warm days and cool nights.  This month it is hotter and drier and wildfires threaten some of the places we visited.   One  is burning near  Summer Lake, where we visited  the Wildlife Area. 

 

American Avocet in Breeding Plumage

This wildlife area was established in 1944 by the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife "to protect and improve waterfowl habitat and to provide a public hunting area."     I wish they could alter that to add something like "public birdwatching area."  I really do believe  that is more important to many people these days than hunting.

 

 

Black-necked Stilt

We didn't really see a lot of game birds when we were there.  Hunting is never allowed for shore birds and wading birds like the ones pictured here.

 

Avocets

 

Summer Lake is a real oasis for wildlife (and wildlife watchers) in the middle of this rather arid, desert-like part of our state.   We can only hope that it will not be permanently harmed by these fires.  

 

Summer Lake

Now on to another day's destination during this trip.    (If I don't combine places, I will still be blogging about this trip when we're ready to start another one!)

 

At the visitor center at Fort Rock Historical Park we had seen "Derrick Cave" listed on "things to do in the Fort Rock area"  so one day we set out to find it.     As with everything on that side of Oregon, "this area" encompasses a lot more miles and acres than you might think.  And rougher roads than you might expect.  Wikipedia says "The road to Derrick Cave is very rough and there are no facilities at the site."   Wikipedia does not lie!  Bill drove in four-wheel drive for part of the way and, on our way out, in trying to make the drive a circle, we encountered the first dead-end road we found on this trip (but not the last).  We backtracked often.

 

 

 

The cave is on Bureau of Land Management property and open to the public.  However, we contented ourselves with the adventure of driving there and hiking in to view the cave once we finally arrived at the nearly unmarked location.   They don't work real hard over there to make things easy for travelers.  (Which is kind of nice in a way.  We didn't see another soul on that day's journey and I'm not even sure we saw another car. ) 

 

There are eons of history connected to this hole in the ground!  The  tubular cave was created by lava flowing from a vent north of the cave.  The exact age of the eruption  is not determined but based on lava fields on the surface area is known to be between 6,845 years and 13,000 years ago.

 

 

Quite a bit more recently, but still quite a while ago, the cave was used by Fort Rock homesteaders as a summer recreation site -- those pioneer families used ice formed in the cave.  Then, during World War II, area residents planned to use the cave as an air-raid shelter, but it was never needed.  In 1963, Derrick Cave was designated as a nuclear fallout shelter.  Supplies of food and water for up to 1200 people were stored behind a locked steel door in the cave.  Fortunately, the cave was never needed for this purpose.  By 1970, all of the Civil Defense supplies had been stolen by vandals or removed by authorities.     

 

 

  Grateful for all the roads we take whether rough or smooth and all we learn from wherever they take us.

 

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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 2021

 

To celebrate Independence Day, July 4 2021.   

Pike's Peak, Colorado

 

I wish "America the Beautiful" were our National Anthem.  With all respect to Francis Scott Key, the words of Katherine Lee Bates better express what we  celebrate about our country.  Here are a few of her words and a few of our archived pictures from places we have been fortunate to visit in our travels:  

 

Oh Beautiful for spacious skies

 

Colorado Front Range

 

For Amber Waves of Grain 

 

Palouse Country, Washington State 

 

For Purple Mountain Majesty 

Mt. Rainier, Washington

 

Above the Fruited Plain

(why have I never taken a picture of a fruited plain?)

...

And Crown Thy Good With Brotherhood,

Oregon - Central Pacific Coast 

 

From Sea to Shining Sea

 

Atlantic Ocean - from Acadia National Park, Maine

 

 

We are grateful.   Happy Fourth of July!  

 

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Fort Rock Basin

End of June and it is HOT HOT HOT.  Hard to believe  that here in Western Oregon we are staying indoors because of heat and not rain.  Grateful we have air-conditioning.  Because of our usual moderate climate, many people do not.  Happy too that we traveled to the other part of our State earlier this month when the weather was still more moderate.  I would still be blogging about that trip anyway because we saw and learned so much, but it is especially good not to have to dig into the photo archives, because we're sure not outside getting new pictures this week.    

 

 

Today is about the Fort Rock basin,  the first area we explored along Oregon's National Outback Scenic Highway.  We stayed (and parked our travel trailer) in an RV Park in LaPine for the first three days of our trip.  

 

 

Fort Rock was created during the last ice age when  magma exploded beneath a prehistoric Lake. Back then, immense lakes covered much of this region.

 

 

Today, the hills and valleys of Oregon's Outback are austere and dry.  But during the Pleistocene Epoch (1.8 million to 10,000 years ago), the interior northwest received more precipitation than it does now.    As the climate dried, the lakes evaporated.  Lake beds have evolved into broad, flat deserts and sand dunes.    (A million years ago, this picture would have been a Lake -- or maybe underwater. )

 

 

The Fort Rock Basin is one of most significant Pleistocene fossil sites in North America.

Paleontologists have found  bones from small animals and fish from that era.  Among their finds have been giant beavers (over 7 feet in length), North American camels, giant sloths, and wooly mammoths.    Those species are long gone, but some species. such as chipmunks and jays. survived the transition from wet to dry climate.

 

(click to enlarge this portion of informational sign)

Archeologists have found evidence of  thousands of years of Native American settlement.  For at least 13,000 years Paiute, Klamath, and Modoc people and their ancestors lived and camped along the area's lakeshores and rivers.  Many of their traditional gathering places are visible along the Byway.   On a later day, we found petroglyphs while exploring a backroad (future post).   

Much, much later -- in the 19th Century --  an expedition led by explorer John C. Fremont brought changes to the Great Basin. 

 

 

 In the Fort Rock area, as in the rest of the Basin, the expedition marked the beginning of transformation from desert, grassland and forest to ranch land, farms, sawmills and towns. 

We visited the Fort Rock Homestead Village, where  a schoolhouse, church, several homes, and various artifacts such as the water well drilling rig (above)  have been gathered in one place to preserve the history and legacy of these more recent pioneers in this area.  

 

 

The little homes look quite lonely out there in the desert as they are now, but when people actually lived here, their homes would have been miles and miles apart rather than within walking distance of each other.   I'm glad the town of Fort Rock has preserved these remaining structures -- had they been left in situ, they would have disintegrated with very few people ever getting this glimpse of what their lives were like back then.

This was kind of a long post -- but after all it was covering over a million years of history.  I hope that writing about our visit will help me to remember some of it.   Information about the Fort Rock monument was taken from National and State Park signs in the area -- any errors are my mis-interpretation.  I'm linking this week to the following sharing opportunities:  Thank you to the hosts.

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The Vast Oregon Outback

We spent most of our two week vacation road-tripping in Southeastern Oregon.  The one word description of the area is "Vast".  It is large in size and small in population.  

 

 

There are many hidden treasures for  road-trip adventurers.  Places to see and things to do  -- you just have to drive a lot of miles to get to them.   I will have more information about those we visited in other posts, but today I wanted especially to remember the sense of  open space.  (And also, to be honest, I don't have the pictures  labeled yet, so it is easier to show an assortment of pictures taken at different times during the two weeks.) 

 

 

Eastern Oregon is mostly high desert country -- part of the Great Basin.   Its climate and terrain is very different from the western part of the State.    Sixty percent of the State's population lives in the Willamette Valley, the portion of western Oregon where we live.  So we get a strong sense of  being somewhere else without leaving the state.  But it's such big country -- we put 1700 miles on our car during this trip, with only about 100 of them being out of Oregon (more in another post).      For a sense of the size of our state, Oregon is the ninth largest state in area  and is, according to Wikipedia, slightly larger than the United Kingdom.   

 

 

Some of the miles we traveled were on good roads -- the Oregon Scenic Byways shown on the sign above.  But many miles were covered exploring by backroads.     (Before traveling those roads, we had unhitched the trailer at the RV Parks where we were staying.)   On some of those travel days, we would see no other cars or people at all until we returned to our "home away from home."  

 

 

One of the special places we discovered was  Summer Lake Wildlife Refuge.   There was still good spotting, even though  it was a little late for the best migrating birds.   April and May are the best months according to what we read,  but it was  cold enough in mid-June for me --  snow wasn't long gone.  I am not an avid enough birder for  winter weather watching.

 

 

Big country -- narrow winding roads.  Lots of sagebrush and big sky!

 

 

There would be space for a lot of people -- if only there were water!  What there is space for is cattle.  It is said it takes 100 acres of this sagebrush land to support one cow, but there are lots of acres.     It's open-range cattle country and that led to some interesting experiences.  

 

 

 

 Pictures down the left column  are of a roundup that came through early one morning right behind the RV Park where we were staying.  That was some alarm clock!   Middle column pictures are a "cattle jam" -- taken through the car window on a secondary highway we were driving.  These cattle were just walking down the road all by themselves to another pasture, paying no attention at all to our car.   On a different day, we were out exploring when we encountered the herd on the right.  We had just driven 20 miles and reached a locked gate across the road that was not marked on any map.  These cows were very interested in watching us turn around so we could head back over the rocky, narrow, 4-wheel drive road.    

 

There were many dry-lake areas.  Water is scarce and  geo-political battles over its allocation have been going on for years and continue.  

Shade trees are rare on the desert.   Very different from the forests around where we live.   We are fortunate to live where we can experience these contrasts -- there's a different kind of beauty in both parts of our State.  

To further highlight the contrasts, here are a couple of pictures of the places where we book-ended our  excursion:

 

 

 

This is Crescent Lake,  where we stayed the first night away from home.  Brought back lots of memories, as we  used to camp there often in our previous life. 

 

This is Crater Lake near where we stayed on the last night.  It is the deepest Lake in the US and is Oregon's only National Park.   We enjoyed visiting the high desert country of Southeastern Oregon, but it felt good to be close to home again.    

 

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Planned-overs for a busy week.

Because  it's been a  busy week, we're serving "planned-overs" today.  As with many of our meals during that kind of week, I like that term better than "left-overs".  But it is the same thing.  Obviously.

We are going on a camping trip in a few days and getting ready seems to be taking up a lot of my brain cells as well as a lot of time.  In the before-Covid times, we used to get away at least once a month and  getting ready was easy, whether we were camping, boating,  or staying in hotels.   I am definitely not back into that routine yet.    So there are no new pictures, just re-worked and unused older ones (planned-overs for blogland).

 

 

The greenhouse we visited earlier this month reminded me of looking through a kaleidoscope.  I played with the pictures and made it look even more like that.  The many little pieces also remind  me of the state of my brain right now.

 

 

Bill spotted the wild turkey in a field of buttercups almost as soon as we started our walk at Hendricks Park.  Of course she immediately turned her back on us and refused to pose.  But it's such a pretty surroundings .. what turkey wouldn't want to play in  fields  of green grass and  buttercups. 

Here is a  mosaic collection that is more restful than the first one:

 

These trees are all on our children's country property.  You may recognize the one in the center because I have taken and posted about a hundred or so pictures of it .  But there are at least that many other trees on the property.  I keep meaning to ask my son-in-law if  he has a count.  

The next three pictures are two of their flowering trees.   

 

Smoke Tree

I walk around the property when everybody else is busy or away.    Later, or on a different day, when everybody is home and we all sit  down to chat I forget all about the questions I had while I was walking by myself.

 

Photinia

We will take the tiny travel trailer on our camping trip.  It is stored in the barn on the kids' property and while I'm taking pictures of trees Bill has been working on it.   He has added more storage by  redesigning  a cupboard under the sofa and has also made some necessary repairs.    It really is a blessing to have this space to work and play, while still enjoying our easy to maintain small home lifestyle.  We are grateful.  

 

Smoke Tree

We have owned quite a few RVs over time and lived in a much-larger one for over ten years.  No  matter what size or configuration, they all need maintenance and repairs, just like owning a home.     We love the RV life though, fulltime or part time, so it's all worth it.  And we're looking forward to this trip.

We'll be heading to the Eastern part of the state (Oregon's outback) so no post next week.  But I hope I'll  be out taking pictures for next time .    

 

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MAY Flowers -- and Showers

We went to see the rhododendrons at Hendricks Park Friday.  Most of last week was colder and wet and so we jumped at the chance to get out when the morning looked at least partly sunny. I have to laugh at myself because last week I wrote  about things getting back to normal after the "Covid Year" and here we are doing the same thing we did around this time last year -- oohing and aahing about May's beautiful rhodies.    But this time, now that we're vaccinated,  we weren't wearing a mask as we walked around the park!   

 

 

Last year, we visited at the exact right time -- it seemed like every bush in the park was in full bloom.  We were a trifle late this time, but there were still many many perfect flowers.  It's very hard to stop taking pictures -- rhododendrons are so photogenic.  Above is in one of  my favorite colors.

 

 

The colorful flowering bushes show up as soon as you turn into the park and surround the parking areas.  But Hendricks is way more than a rhododendron showplace.   It's a gorgeous woodland as well.

 

 

Once you get away from the cars, it is easy to forget that you are within Eugene's City limits.  It's  in the South hills -- the other side of town from where we live, but if it were my neighborhood park I would visit frequently.  (I'm happy to live where I can walk to the River paths however.)   We are lucky in natural surroundings in this corner of Oregon. 

 

 

 

 There are lots of hidden wonders in the park  and I remembered to take pictures of some of them rather than  duplicate the pictures   from last year.

 

 

This Rufous-Sided Towhee showed off his pretty eye.  (Red eyes are attractive on this bird.)  Below is one more shot of perfection:

 

 

Pretty in Pink!

All the pictures in today's post are actually from last week, except for the one just below.  The greenhouse is one of several at the flower farm we visited a couple weeks ago:

 

Johnson Brothers Nursery

I'm still a little uncomfortable shopping, so I didn't take anywhere near as many pictures as I usually do at nurseries or flower shops.      (Sometimes I have been surprised that they don't charge a photography fee.)    And this time we were actually there to buy something.  

 

 

Above are the two hanging flower baskets we brought home that day.    We usually aren't at home in Eugene at prime plant shopping time so we've never had our own flowers at the apartment home where we live now  -- of course last year we were here, but we certainly weren't doing any shopping.    

 You know it's been wet when the neighborhood mallards take up residence in the  backyard:

 

We don't even have a pond or fountain  in the complex where we live -- the grass is just a bit saturated.    Ducks and squirrels were steps away from our back door when I went out to take pictures of the baskets.  The squirrels are a bit confused -- they seem to think it is Springtime.  

 

Hendricks Park

We do need the rain and I'm thankful for it, but also grateful for a blue sky day in between showers.   It was a good week.

 

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Archival Wandering

It was a good week -- life is slowly coming back to normal.   But not many pictures, so it's archive-mining again -- from earlier this month, a year ago, and a few years (too many) ago.    

 

 

'To see we must forget the name of the thing

we are looking at."  Claude Monet

 

Wonder if it counts if you never knew the name in the first place.  I am fond of yellow flowers, even when I don't know what they are.  

 

 

Make that usually fond.  Not of this one.    This eye-catching bush is Scotch Broom, an invasive plant here in this part of Oregon.  And one that is highly allergenic.  (Eye-catching in the case of this plant means that our eyes will water as we sneeze.  It is nobody's favorite around here.)    Both the above pictures are from this month, this year.  The collage below is really mining the archives -- it is from 2014.

 

 

We spent that whole summer (May through September  2014) in Alaska.  Wonderful memories.  These are some of my favorite critter pictures from that beautiful State.  Sea Otters, Puffin, Mother Moose with very new and wobbly baby, Eagle and gulls, and one bird I'm not sure of.  I'm trying to label old pictures but it is slow work.  However, that  project was the impetus for this trip down memory lane, so it is  always worth the time even if I never complete it.  

 

 

This  is from a couple of weeks ago, but I blogged a different picture of the same tree last year and from bloggers who know things I learned that it is a Laburnum Tree.  We have always called it by it's nickname: Golden Chain.   

I always appreciate learning. 

 

 

 And here is my picture from May a year ago.  We saw this ring around the sun while social distancing in our daughter and son-in-law's yard last year.   It's called a sun halo and is caused by sunlight passing through ice crystals within the Earth's atmosphere.     That information was shared by blogger friend Mary Beth who recently saw a similar halo from her yard in Stanwood Washington.  Her post reminded me of this one!    Thank you Mary Beth.  (Her blog is here.)

 

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UPPER FALL CREEK

 

The mini-roadtrip of the week was to Upper Fall Creek, SE of home  about 40 miles.       This particular loop wasn't as familiar to us as some of the other areas up the McKenzie or Willamette Rivers.

 

Upper Fall Creek

 

It was a perfect Spring Day.  We  did a little light exploring of the area, including checking out several camping spots for possible longer getaways later in the season.

 

And we found this little bit of magic .  This pretty  almost hidden gem didn't even have a name.   I love waterfalls.

 

 

 

The wildflower color scheme was definitely green and white, with the tiniest touches of pink.    Wild Dogwood was in full and beautiful bloom, but  my favorite find was patches of the one below:  

 

 

I think I'm going to have to become a wildflower watcher instead of a birdwatcher -- they are certainly easier to photograph.   But I'm not much better at  knowing their names.  I have been reading about plant identification apps and I think I'll try one,   although I didn't find the bird ID one worked too well for me.   Anyone have suggestions for either plant or bird ID apps?   (You never know, one of these times a bird may again sit still long enough for me to photograph.)

 

Meanwhile, back closer to home, the color scheme for tame flowers was strongly on the lavender/purple spectrum:

 

 

This perfect iris is from our daughter and son-in-laws' acreage. 

 

 So is this iris and the wisteria.  I don't know what the big leafed plant in the lower panel is, and I'm not sure about the flowering tree below.

 

 

But I won't need an app to identify these -- I'll just ask the gardeners when I see them next!   

 

 Closing  with just one more virtual photo album page from the Fall Creek trip:

 

 

Grateful to live here in Eugene where we can choose to go to the mountains or to the ocean,  to the rivers or to lakes  -- and still be back home in time for dinner!     (Still,  as the weather warms up and now that we are vaccinated, we are looking forward to some longer roadtrips.)  

 

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SIUSLAW BAY DAY-TRIP

 I'm having computer problems, so this will be a post of few words.   Updates (unasked for) caused me to lose all my links and bookmarks.  I wish all these computer people could just leave well-enough-alone!  I have also been unable to leave comments on many blogs  but I think as of this morning I have that one figured out and I will catch up.    Apologies to anyone  who got "test" messages while I was trying. 

 

Here are some pictures from a spur-of-the-moment drive  one day last week.  It was great to get out of town and away from thinking about computer problems.    

 

 

This is Siuslaw Bay on the outskirts of the coastal town of Florence and the iconic art-deco style bridge over the Siuslaw River.  

 

 

Our Florence  is about 60 miles west of us.   We liked this signpost at one of the town's several sweet little pocket parks and we've been in a few of these Florences.  When we were full-time RVers  it was always fun to pass through a town with a familiar name even if it was miles away from home.    Our home town here in Oregon was Springfield and I'm pretty sure every state has one of those.   

 

 

We weren't really planning to visit anybody on this quick trip, but the Martin couple were at home at #5,  so of course we had to pay our respects and stay a while.

 

 

We saw a few of their neighbors too -- it was a busy apartment complex.   

 

 Purple Martins are amusing to watch and I'm thankful for the people who build the nest houses that help them to thrive.

 

Meanwhile back at home, my love affair with Oregon's Spring flowers continues.   Here is a virtual May basket picked from last week's neighborhood walks:  

 

 

Grateful to be here enjoying this colorful month.

 

  

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SMILES -- REARRANGED

 

Nothing much new under the sun this week.  Or actually under the rain and gray clouds.   Rain is definitely needed, so I'm not feeling sad about it at all.  And besides there are photo-worthy skies in the archives.  Here are a few I re-arranged:

 

 

These six pictures are from four of our favorite states.  Can you guess which?   There's a hint (and an answer) at the end of this post.   

 

 

 

No hint  at the end about the above plant, but information from any experts is always welcome.  It's fascinating that it has green flowers!   There's a whole bed of them in a neighborhood garden I walked past last week.  

 

Random soft color from a neighborhood walk before it started to rain. 

   

When I said nothing much new happened last week, I meant in a blog-worthy way  -- the camera didn't get much of a workout.  But things happened.  We read, we walked, we ordered groceries, we cooked, "we" worked on getting our tiny trailer ready for some future trips ... 

 And, as usual these days, we got a delivery or two. Now honestly, does every photo-blogger have a mental list of  things they wish they'd snapped a picture of?  My long list now includes the new mattress FedEx delivered last week. It arrived  vacuum packed and rolled in a box light enough for the two of us to carry from the porch.  Then we watched it magically inflate to a lovely 14"- thick queen-size as soon as the tight wrapping was removed.  I wish I'd taken a picture of that!  It's kind of amazing -- sure beats the old way when a mattress purchase took two furniture store delivery persons . (Of course this time we had to move the old one ourselves -- that was the harder part.) 

 

 

One of these "wildflowers" is not like the other.  Can you find it?   Oh wow it's another puzzle.  Every open space along the walking path is covered with these little jewels, in about the same proportion seen here.  All so spring-like and pretty.  I refuse to call them weeds.

 

 

 

This collection may help with the sky photo locations.  These animals and birds are from the same four states as in the sky photo  -- re-arranged in the same order.   (* see below link ups)

Thankful this week for the rain (but also kind of glad the sun has peeked through occasionally); for the new mattress that feels almost like it was custom-made for us; and for travel -- both memories and future trips now in the early planning stages. 

 

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THE COLORS OF APRIL

 It's a  real feast for the eyes around home this month.

 

From the flamboyant ... 

 

to the delicate.

 

 

From the brightest colors, 

 

 

To the  softest pastels

 

 

 

All arrayed under clear blue April skies.   

 It's Springtime in Oregon.

 

We are grateful to have received our second dose of the Covid vaccine last week.  It feels like we are on our way to almost normal.  I am looking forward to a little travel,  but a walk along the river reminds me to be patient.   Good things come to those who wait.

 

 

 

Sometimes it is best just to relax and drift along.  

 

 

 

One more smile for the week -- this picture texted to us from our son who is in Florida right now.  That is their big beautiful dog Max (whom we haven't yet met) meeting a feral parakeet of some kind.      Geoff said the bird flew down and almost landed on the dog's nose.  I am sure the  bird is an escapee, but it  will probably do just fine in that sub-tropical climate.    (I am reminded of the movie and book "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill.)  

 

 

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A COVID-YEAR ANNIVERSARY

The eleventh of April marks an anniversary of sorts for us.  One year ago on this date we arrived at home after an earlier-than-planned trip back to Oregon from Florida.  (Due to Covid, Oregon felt like a safer place to be.)   While Oregon is our home, both officially and in our hearts, we have been fortunate to call the Florida Canal Cottage our snowbird-season home for the past dozen years.  

 

 April 2020

So it's been a long time since we have lived in one place for an entire twelve month period.    A year ago, we arrived home to see Spring flowers we haven't seen blooming for years.     The first picture I took when we arrived  was of the tulip garden under our daughter's and son-in-law's black walnut tree.  We parked our travel trailer on their property, said a quick and masked hello (hard not to hug) and went home to our Oregon apartment to self-isolate for the prescribed two weeks.   

 

May, June, July 

 

Watching the seasons change has been one of the year's simple pleasures.   Because we wouldn't be traveling this year,  it was a good one  for a "tree watch" -- observing the same tree every month (even if the year started in April and ended in March).    It's been interesting to notice seasonal changes in many of the different trees we see on walks and drives, but I chose the Black Walnut both because it was the first picture I took on our return and because it is such a magnificent tree. 

 

August

 

It has been twenty-four years since we've spent a whole year in one place.  Before we bought the Canal Cottage in Florida, we were full-time RV travelers for almost another twelve years.      Here is a link to our page that tells a little about our full-time life.   I just now looked at that page myself for the first time in  years  -- it  needs to be updated.  Our Canal Cottage looks much better in real life now -- we have extensively remodeled and improved it.  And also, for some odd reason, Bill and I look many years younger in the picture on that page.  

 

 

September, October, and early November 

 

We have spent at least part of the Summer/Fall seasons in Oregon during all of those two dozen years.   And before that of course it  is here where we owned our home and raised our family.  (I sometimes refer to those years as our previous life.)      So the walnut tree's Fall changes are more familiar to us.   Not   as dramatic as in some other Autumn foliage here, but obvious .   

 

Late November

 

From late Spring through most of the Fall, we enjoyed socially-distanced family visits under the walnut tree. I didn't take many  pictures during those gatherings.    But our great-grandson gave us this photo op that was way too good to miss.        

 

December  and January

 

Social distancing was more difficult when the weather turned too chilly to sit outside.  And of course it was during these months when we would normally  have left for sunny climates.    Our memories (from that former life, before we retired) were of chilly, rainy, gray days every day all day for months.   But this year we had some blue sky days and most weeks we were able to get outdoors at least once.   (It is possible our memories are faulty -- maybe in our former life we were at work during the pleasant winter days -- maybe it was only on the weekends when it rained all day.) 

 

February 2021

So we made it through the winter.  Although it certainly wasn't as warm and sunny as we'd gotten used to lately,  we knew all the time that we had made the right decision for us when we hurried home in the previous March.

 

March 2021

 

It has truly been a joy to be here for the arrival of Spring  -- we had almost forgotten how lovely the season is here in Oregon.    Though we know challenges remain, we  are  grateful  to have made it through this Covid Year safely and more pleasantly than we had thought possible a year ago.      We continue try to remember to treasure every day of every month --  no matter where we call home. 

 

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A WALK ON THE WILDER SIDE

 

Really not very wild at all, but the path where I took a long walk last week is about as wild as we get these days.  The area around this section of the river  path is a little less-developed than the part closer to our home.    

 

 

I drove about a mile and a half to a parking lot to start this walk .  So  it is really sort of within walking distance, but then I'd be too tired to actually do the nature  part by the time I got there.    Which would definitely spoil the purpose.   

 

 

 

The path goes along the Willamette River and some of the ponds created when old gravel pits were reclaimed by the City.  The river bike/walk path system and the Delta Ponds are definitely two of the best things about Eugene.

 

 

The usual ducks -- and lots of them.  But for some reason they didn't want to swim very close to the people path.

 

Great Blue Heron

 

 

Western Pond Turtles

 

So many turtles!   They were everywhere.  I counted over twenty on one log.  

 

 

American Coot

 

The weather has been lovely.  March went out just the way it came in -- like a lamb.   We are thankful for that!  In the "tamer" neighborhoods around home,  more Spring flowers bloom every day.  We continue to enjoy our first real Spring-like Spring in many years.  (Because we've been in Florida and Florida is different.) 

 

 

Tulip Magnolia

(This one is at our daughter's and son-in-law's home.) 

 

 

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OFFICIALLY SPRING

We've been enjoying Spring-like weather for at least a couple of weeks. but the season officially started on March 20.    Here's what the first week of Spring looked like around here:

 

 

In our neighborhood on the paths to the river, trees are beginning to bud out, forsythia and Oregon grape are spots of sunshine, and early rhododendrons are blossoming.   We can pretend this is the first robin of spring -- even though these birds never leave this area, so they really aren't a reliable sign of the season.

 

Common Merganser

 

And on the river on one perfect afternoon last week there was what seemed like a convention of ducks.  I've never seen this many different species in one small part of the Willamette.

 

Lesser Scaup

 

There was a small rapids area and a river island near where they all were -- and honestly it seemed like all the different ducks were floating around in perfect harmony -- just enjoying the beautiful day.  

 

 

There were at least two additional species I didn't get a picture of and the usual Canada geese in there too.  Gotta' love it when everybody can just get along!

On another lovely day we went for one of our favorite kind of  mini-roadtrips:

 

Yup, narrow winding roads are the most fun.  We've been on lots  that were narrower and windier, but whoever it is that decides drivers need constant reminding was vigilant on this one  -- the same sign kept appearing every two miles for about fifteen of them!  

 

You don't have to go too far to get away from the city in this area and there are lots of country roads to explore.  That's something to be grateful for in our opinion.                                                                  

 

 

Daffodils are lasting longer than they do some years since we've had no heavy rains.  I  remember from a long time ago that they sometimes would be  gone before the season really officially began.   I'm glad this is a good year  and I'm grateful for all the signs of Spring.  (Except maybe the pollen.  Achoo.   Our covid masks do double duty on some days.) 

 

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PANDEMIC, SEASON 2

A year ago this week I wrote about the first day of Spring and how it was different in Florida.  

 

 

 This is a mixed bouquet of Florida and Oregon Spring flowers.  Mostly Oregon.  I really do miss seeing the usual Spring beauties when we're in subtropical Florida and so this was much the same thing I've mentioned every year since we've spent the season  away from the Pacific Northwest.    I’m grateful to get to see them again.   In that first-of-Spring post last year, I  mentioned worry about Covid but the news still didn't seem quite real.    

 

 

But just a week later, my post talked about how we were going to head home to Oregon immediately, much earlier than we'd planned.   We had begun to understand how serious the threat was and we felt we'd be safer there.  Things moved fast.

 

 

It was a long way back to Oregon, but we were fortunate to be able to travel in the safest way possible.   

 

 

 We both enjoy road-trips so even under less than ideal conditions the first couple of weeks of "Pandemic:  Season One" were interesting and actually kind of fun.   We made the  3100+ mile trip faster than we have ever driven cross-country.  

 

 

We were grateful to be home and safe and we  still feel we  made the right decision.   

 

 

 

But it's  been a year now and Pandemic is getting just a little tiresome.     We hope it gets cancelled for good before this season is over.

 

 

Meanwhile, we are looking forward to enjoying more of our first Oregon Spring in many years.  And to a beautiful Oregon summer  -- a season we have always spent in Oregon.  I hope this one is more like normal summers here (before last year).  

 

 

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MARCHING ON

 Not a lot of pictures from last week, but much to be thankful for.  I'm glad for the return to Daylight Savings Time and look forward to late afternoon and evening walking time.

 

 

East Bank Willamette River Walk, March  2021

 

Our weather stays mild with little rain (that may not be entirely a good thing, but it is hard not to appreciate beautiful days).  

 

 

I managed this too-far-away-shot of what I think are Greater Scaup.  I know at least that they are different ducks from the usual Mallards.  So that was definitely a good thing.

 

Neighborhood path to the river

We have stayed pretty close to  home lately because we wanted to be able to jump quickly on any Covid vaccine appointment that came up through the County's  pre-registration list.   We will be able to cancel our names from that long wait-list, because Bill put his talents to work and found us appointments as soon as the vaccine became available to area pharmacies.   One down last week, one more this week and then our two second doses in a couple of weeks.   Closer-to-normal is on the horizon and I am grateful, in so many ways.   

Meanwhile, I am thankful for life-as-usual, which is really not so bad at all, except without travel pictures.

 

There are quite a few ways to walk to the River from where we live.  The last picture above this collage is one of those.  That path  winds through a lovely neighborhood.   The collage is the not-so-lovely view from a different path.  Not so pretty, but   the quickest way to get there.  The highway construction project pictured includes the building of a sound wall.   Whenever I walk this way, I see  birds and wildlife in the weedy area along the bank between the  path and the wall construction.   It's been kind of interesting to watch the   project move along but the better part is always seeing birds.   They don't seem to be bothered by the construction noise.   I'm thankful for that.  And also thankful that our home is not along the path.  I'm sure the people who do live there will be grateful when the wall is completed.

 

Not an alligator

I may have been thinking about Florida as I walked because this fallen log reminded me of a sleeping alligator.   Something we won't ever see here in Oregon.   I don't exactly miss alligators, but I am glad I've had the chance to live where they do.    But for this year during this pandemic -- and for many reasons -- I'm quite happy to be here in alligator-free Oregon.  

 

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IN LIKE A LAMB

If it is possible to OD on daffodils I plead guilty.   I stop to admire them and take pictures on every walk.  And on every country drive, in every park and almost in every yard.  

 

 

It's a harmless addiction, unless you count the sudden stops made on those country roads.   And anyway, there's a good excuse because this is the first time in years that we've been in daffodil country in March.   

 

 

 

 

I wouldn't trade the decades of  winters and springs we've spent  in sunny climes  for anything.  But the  beautiful early Spring flowers have been a gift in this year when staying home was our safer and happier option.  

 

 

And the winter weather here in our part of Oregon  has really not been all that hard to take.   Not nearly as rainy and gray as we remember.    March definitely came in like a lamb with a beautiful sunny day  and only a couple of partly rainy days last week.      I've read a lot about places where it came in like a lion and  therefore (hopefully) will go out like a lamb.   But here in the Pacific Northwest, we've always heard the opposite version of that old proverb.   There's actually  a fact-based reason for that.

 

 

Not my picture (I wish it were).    Google  public domain

 

Here is information from CNN Weather:

Some may be familiar with a reverse version of the proverb: "March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion."

This "reverse" of the proverb is hard to trace in its origin, but definitely makes sense if you consider those who traveled westward with the American expansion to Western states.

These western states can have incredible temperature swings this month as the polar jet stream moves from it's preferred position near Canada over the winter to a more southerly route during the spring. This tends to cause many states in the Western US to experience some of their heavier snowfalls from the end of March and into April -- thus the lion (and the harsh weather it represents) coming at the end of the month.

 

 

 

 

I hope the proverb comes true for those who got the lion last week -- and that it doesn't for those of us who got the lamb.  

 

 

 

 

 

Just the usual suspects when it came to birds last week.   I heard and saw a lot more species.  Spring activity is picking up even here in the city, but pictures are hard to get.  I've been trying to remember that just observing birds used to be enough to make me happy.   Now I'm a little disappointed if I don't get a picture.    

 

 

 

 

 

Thankful to  be safe and well and enjoying this seasonal transition.  It is almost a brand-new experience for us after all these years.  

 

 

 

 

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THE GIFT OF FEBRUARY SUNSHINE

The weather forecast for last week called for rain and flooding, but here in our corner of the Willamette Valley we were instead  blessed  with sunshine and blue skies most days  and very little rain.

 

 

 One morning, we went for a ride through the pretty farm country west of town to the small town of Junction City and then on BLM roads through  the surrounding hills down into a coastal valley.

 

 

Bill likes to drive these curvy mountain roads.    We probably drove about 40 miles in this backcountry and in 4 hours did not see a single other car or person.    There are a lot of places like this around our area.  I do think about how easy it would be to be lost and have to admit that I checked  to see if there was cell service.  (There was.  I guess nowadays it wouldn't be as easy.)  

 

 

The drive was really a long-way round to the farm  (otherwise known as our daughter and son-in-law's home.)  We stopped to look at the migrating pelicans on Kirk Pond -- the wild area that is within walkable distance of their house.    Most of them were on the other side of the water, but these three were nice enough to swim closer to the shore.  

 

 

A quick tour around their backyard on this blue-sky late February day.   Spring is on the way (although the groundhog did see his shadow here, so we hedge our bets).  

 

Tree watch, late February

 

 

   Stellar Jay, Scrub Jay, and Common crow.     

 

Three different (noisy) birds all enjoyed the same blue sky in the same winter tree.   

 

 

We brought a few branches of these harbingers of Spring home.   (There are pictures of the pussy willow tree in last week's post -- the tree has branches to spare.)  

 

Sunny February days are a gift here in Oregon.   Thankful for blue sky days and the time to enjoy them.  

 

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BEAUTIFULLY BLUE

Blue skies are always welcome -- especially in late February.   And  especially when much of the rest of the country and even much of our State is under severe weather watch.  But in truth blue skies don't always make the most interesting pictures. 

 

 

On one day last week though, the blue skies were as intriguing as they were welcome.   It's rare that I can't stop taking pictures of a blue sky.  It's usually just "there" and unchanging.  On this day though these clouds just scudded across the sky painting pretty patterns as they traveled.   

 

 

All these sky pictures were taken from one small area in the "way-back" of our daughter and son-in-laws  home.    It was kind of a chilly day (for here).   The scrub jay didn't mind the cold.   His blue color doesn't show up against the sky as much as it would  on a gray day.

 

 

 

And I got this wonderful surprise that I almost didn't notice while sky-watching.  These are the first pussy willows I've seen in years.  We've  spent February in warmer climates since the turn of the century* when we sold our Oregon home to travel.   *(I've always wanted to use that phrase!)  And very early spring flowers don't bloom in sub-tropical climates.

 

 

It hasn't even rained hard enough to knock down the daffodils .  These first-of- the-year flowers are always kind of a gamble.  Way back (yup, back in the last century) when we gardened, they were my favorite flowers of all just because they are so welcome.   But hard rains  can decimate them quickly.  We have been very very lucky in our weather this year.    So far, at least.    Family and friends remind me that in the past year or two (while we were away) our valley had a snowfall on the first day of Spring.   We're grateful for every blue sky day!   

 

 

Here in our present Oregon backyard, there are no flowers blooming yet, but the red-bellied sapsucker keeps us entertained most mornings when we're at home.  (Of course I pretend to be sure it is always  the same one -- really, we never do see more than one.)  

 

 

My bird book says that in addition to enjoying sap from the trees, these birds  feed on insects extracted from the bark.   And that helps to keep down the number of  boring-type insects that destroy healthy trees.    I hope that is true because Eugene needs trees!  And this tree  is right next to the one that gave up completely and fell down last year   (this post from last September).   

 

 

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A MIXED BAG OF FEBRUARY

 

Happy Early Spring ???

 

Eugene Oregon February 6 2021

Our weather here in Eugene continues to be a mix of Autumn and Spring.   We count our blessings.   The early spring flowers above were seen in someone's yard last weekend when we took the long way home from an errand.  (Someone who has a green thumb for sure!)

 

February 13 -- the Black Walnut Tree

 

There was blue sky yesterday when we went to our daughter and son-in-laws.  But the tree I've been watching is still definitely in Winter mode.  And a good thing too, because there was a definite chill in the air.   (For us anyway.  Our grandson, who has been in Finland and is back in Oregon for now, was outside in a light sweater.  It's all about what you're used to.)

 

 

I took these pictures of the  Black Walnut Tree from outside, but there is almost the same view from their  living room picture window.      Parker was the only family member to pose for a picture yesterday.  (Because I never remember to ask anybody to do so.)

 

 

Costa Rica 2017

 Last week marked the Lunar New Year  and it is the Year of the Ox.   These two were operating historical presses as part of a sugar plantation tour.  Happy (belated) New Year to all who celebrate.  

 

February 14, 2021

We ordered a to-go breakfast this morning.  The restaurant's only about a mile and a half away from home and  just across one street and a parking lot to this view of the Willamette River where we parked and ate.     A lovely way to enjoy a Valentine's Day treat and we didn't even have to wear masks.  

 

Owens Rose Garden, Summer 2020

 

Here are a dozen roses for Valentine's Week.    (Well, a dozen pictures -- there seem to be a few extra blossoms in there somehow).  

 

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A LITTLE BIT (of) BLUE

There was at least some blue sky and mid-day temperatures in the 50s all last week, so we remain pretty darn lucky here in Oregon during our  Covid Winter.

 

A little blue sky on a River Walk, early February 2021

There's really no good reason to feel even a little bit blue -- but I can't help wishing for some new things to blog about.  Not being able to travel is a small price to pay for good health though.  I know that many bloggers are doing  memory posts  these days and below are some of ours from past Februarys. 

 

Mardi Gras Parade, Mobile Alabama February 2005

 

I got a kick out of this picture I found in the archives.  It's practically ancient, all the way back to 2005, but it looks like the two  guys in the back are wearing their masks correctly for 2020.   Here is what I said in a blog post in 2010 about something that was already a memory by then:  

Mobile Alabama Mardi Gras celebration in 2005.  In the Pacific Northwest, we had Lent but we never got to celebrate for weeks leading up to it!  We loved the parades.   It really is a wonderful community-wide party and more family-friendly than the better-known Mardi Gras celebration in New Orleans.  Mobile says that they celebrated it first and New Orleans stole the idea.  

 

Next, a couple  from Florida, where, until this year, we've spent February since 2011.  

 

 

Penta Plant

 

From the Gardens at the Butterfly Park near our Canal Cottage.  Perfect that this plant with all its little hearts blooms during Valentine's Month.

 

 

Lakeland is a birder's Paradise of a town.  There are dozens of swans in the City's central Lake and this regal one was lovely to see on one of our explore-Florida trips in  February 2014.

Below, it's back to Lane County Oregon (where we are again now) for this memory from Fern Ridge Lake.   We used to stay at the Lake when we visited Oregon during the years we were  living full time and traveling in our RV.

 

 

 Most of the time, we were there only  during parts of the summer and fall, but in 2010 we were at the lake in February.  That year, we got to experience living along the almost dry Lake, which   had been drained for the season (it is a flood control reservoir).  

And now -- back to the present day:  

 

 River Walks, early February 2021

It isn't just the sky that can't make up its mind around here -- early spring plants are popping up, but the remains of Fall are evident at the same time.   Some days it feels like Spring, some days like Fall.  Not a lot of what most people would call Winter.   And for that we are grateful.  Cold weather takes a lot of getting used to when you've spent Winters in sub-tropical temperatures for over a decade.   

 

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A GLORIOUS WINTER DAY

It is rainy and gray today and supposed to get cold toward the end of the week 

but yesterday ....

 

 

 Yesterday  was  glorious.

The beautiful weather caused us to reconsider our informal "we stay home on weekends"  mantra.  This time of year, it would be a shame to waste a blue sky day cooking and cleaning (or to be completely honest, doing nothing useful whatsoever.)  And  we knew it would rain again soon.  So with no particular destination in mind, we drove out into the country northwest of Eugene.  Through open farm country bordered in the distance by  green hills and then over some woodsy back roads,  and we found ourselves heading  toward one of our favorite places,  Alsea Falls.  

 

Just a little unnamed waterfall.

We didn't stop  because there were lots of cars in the parking lot (the reason we don't usually go out on weekends ever and especially nowadays). But we found a little waterfall not too far away - - and no people.    A little waterfall and a little tiny bit of a walk.   

A little further on, we passed several miles of a not-so-lovely scene:

 

 

Pictures taken January 23. 2021

I think they must mean they planted the sign!    There was no sign of anything else at all having being planted on this clearcut.     Or maybe they're coming back  and the sign was put up in advance.  It's certainly very early in the year to have had time to plant acres and acres of trees.     (Not a fan of clear-cutting.)

We'll find out when the weather gets warmer, because we plan to spend more time in this area then.  There were lots of interesting backroads to explore and if we come mid-week,  we should even be able to walk into  the big Falls.

Below is Alsea Falls taken in August a couple of years ago.    It will be interesting to see  how much water there is earlier in the season.

Alsea Falls, August 2019

 

I'm thankful that we were able to get out and enjoy the sunshine and know how lucky we are to be able to do that at the end of January.   And I'm grateful that we live where we can enjoy such beautiful scenery on a day trip.  

 

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HOPE

 

 Still in that holding pattern here and this may remain true for the foreseeable future.  But there is always hope.  

 

River Walk, January 2021

At the very least there is certainly hope that Spring is somewhere on the horizon.   (And I know we are fortunate to have this kind of weather this time of year.)

This is the first time in years  we've spent a Winter season here in Oregon so we may have forgotten -- but it seems like the second week in January is kind of early for this flowering tree to be blossoming.   I hope there isn't a February surprise to freeze its little buds.   

 

This pair of crows  was having a noisy argument.   They ended up ignoring each other, but still occupying the same branch.  Too much togetherness lately?

We are doing OK with our togetherness (so far) but do have hope that the Covid 19 vaccine will be available within the next month or two.  Oregon seems to be lagging behind in receiving the allotment from the Federal Government, but perhaps that will improve soon.  Right now our tier (old folks) is not slated  to receive  the first dose until  February.  

 

 

 Skies are changeable here this time of year.   We  remember  that from all those years we lived in Oregon (in our former life, pre-retirement).   The above pictures are all from last week.  If you don't like the weather, just hope for change and wait a little while -- it will happen soon.   

 

 

We also remember that camellias were very early bloomers.   (I would have thought early February, but here they are at their prettiest  last week.)   One reason why we remember  them  is that the second winter year we lived in Oregon (in 1972 I think) we lost two  beautiful bushes to a February freeze.    Let us hope that this one does not meet that fate.   At least it isn't our responsibility this time  though -- this is another beautiful flower I "stole" from the neighborhood.  (via photography only of course .)

 

A walk to the river, January 12. 2021

 It felt like Spring, it looked like Autumn, but it was a Winter Day.   Since we're home a lot more with very few appointments on the calendar, it's hard sometimes  to remember what day it is.  And with weather like this, I'm not even sure about the season.  But  it's OK to be confused because I'm so grateful   for every winter day that isn't freezing cold.  

 

Peace Rose (from June 2o20, Owen Rose Garden)

 

We continue to hope for peace and calm for our country.  

 

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Holding Pattern

 

Last week was a terrible one here in this country.   And it really does feel as if we're in a holding pattern  -- at least until after January 20, when, I hope, the USA will begin the return to some semblance of normality.  We have a long way  to go. 

 

It's actually hard to think about anything else, but life goes on and above is a pattern of a different sort.   This sapsucker (?) has been at work drilling it right here in our own backyard.    

Tree watch, January 2021

And here is the black walnut tree in our son-in-law's and daughter's yard on the 9th of January. Under a cold but blue sky.  I'm grateful this past week for mostly dry days in this part of Oregon.    It really does help to go outside and play.

 

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WINTER COLOR

It was almost the end of December but there was still Autumn-like weather on our last  "Covid-country-drive" of the infamous year just  over.  Sunshine turned the willows to amber and the blue sky made a beautiful backdrop for hundreds and hundreds of Canada Geese.

 

And we spotted the handsome raptor below while we were admiring the fields.  

 

 

 My extensive research  comparison with pictures on the Internet leads me to think this may be an immature Cooper's Hawk.  ( It has a yellow eye.)   But as always I am open to  help. 

I have learned so much  from fellow bloggers who are real birders and I am so grateful.  Back in September I posted the pictures below without any idea of what these little acrobats were.  Thank you so much to all of the bloggers who told me in their comments that they were Bushtits.  

 

Bushtits 2020, our daughters and son-in-laws' backyard.

 So this was new bird for me -- and one I hope to see again so that maybe I can identify it "all by myself."   I'm pretty sure they were just migrating through the area when we spotted them.

Coming back now to the present day (or at least closer to it), the gray backdrop on the  collage below is more typical of what our skies have been like since that day in the country at the start of this post.

 

 

All of these birds (and more) were spotted along what I call the path to the path -- it's a neighborhood walkway behind our apartment complex that meets the river-bank path I show quite often.     Since the trees and bushes are bare now, I  see more small birds along this section -- house finches, chickadees, juncos, and towhees (not pictured).   And the neighborhood pair of mallards is hanging out in the back channel almost every time.  

 

 

It's a different Winter season for us, but there is still a little color in our world and still some closer-to-home explorations waiting to happen.   We are grateful.

 

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CHRISTMAS (and a New Year)

 It is going to be a different Christmas this year and not only because it will be wet and gray here in Oregon.   But there will be rainbows.

 

Cyndi's photo

Christmas Health Love and Cheer be in your hearts throughout the year  

(Picture and Message from our daughter -- taken and sent to us last week)

 

And there will be birds to watch -- and maybe photograph if I'm lucky.

 

 

Seen on a walk to the river last Friday.

 

And there will be Christmas memories.  Below are some of the most recent.  

 

St Augustine, December 2019

 

Thank you to all who visit this blog and especially to those who leave comments.    And thank you all for writing your own blogs.  They are a year-long gift.   Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.   

 

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A QUIET WEEK

 

    Quiet and uneventful this week, yes, but given all the alternatives these days, that is nothing to complain about.

 

 

Especially when skies are mostly blue and even the winter trees look golden in the sun (and it is December in Oregon after all.)

 

 

 Christmasy colors in nature .  The three center pictures are from our Coast trip, the rest from a blue sky walk around our home neighborhood early last week.

 

 

The Willamette River --  my usual neighborhood walk destination.

 

 

On the way to the river path.  The Canada Geese on  the left look like they're in a zoo, but it is a private yard.  Side view of the same geese from the river path which borders one side of this house.  The sign on the right, that I wish I hadn't cut off, says  "private property, keep out".  The geese can't read.   The flock of mallards were in the back-channel that is behind our apartment complex.                      

 

There were a couple of rainy days mid week.  On Saturday, the sky was blue and so we  drove out to the farm.    

 

 

Tree watch, December 12.   

The sky stayed blue, but a cold blue.  I took a very brisk nature walk.  

 

 

 Mushrooms ranging from little button sized to gigantic ones (that is my definitely-not-tiny-foot for perspective.  

 

 

Before my fingers froze, I was able to snap a  few  winter birds around the property.  (Must find winter hats and gloves.  We haven't needed them for years.)   That's our daughter's  and son-in-law's cat and dog.  She's waiting for the door to magically open, even though there is a cat-door on the other side of the house.  

 

Grateful for blue sky -- even a little bit of it this time of year.

 

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THE MANY MOODS OF THE PACIFIC

The quick shot below -- taken  as we headed west to the Oregon Coast Highway -- made us think we might be heading into one of the most common coastal moods this time of year -- fog and mist (Oregon rain). 

 

 

 And indeed, when we arrived at our destination, that is exactly what we experienced, although the rain mist let up a bit as we pulled into our campsite.   The misty afternoon was fine with us -- we were warm and cozy inside the tiny trailer and ready to relax.   

The rain let up completely soon enough though and that evening (late afternoon really these days) there was time for  a short  sunset walk along the beach.    On  misty days here, the sun often makes a last-ditch effort to show up just as it is quitting time.  

 

 

We had a little of everything weather-wise on this getaway.  Some blue sky days, some of that mist, and only on our last day did a big storm roll in.  But it was not yet raining  as we hooked up ready to head for home.    It was light jacket temperature every day, rain or shine.  Perfect Autumn days at the Oregon Coast.

 

 

 

One of the blue-sky days as we explored the area around Brookings-Harbor, where we were camped.   

 

 

And another perfect day.   These sea-stacks are a feature of Harris State Park, near Brookings.   They are part of the  Oregon Islands National Wildlife Refuge.   For navigation purposes, each rock island has a name.

 

 

I could hear and barely see Oyster Catchers and some other sea birds.  But for pictures, I had to settle for nearer birds.  This California Gull posed perfectly backlit by the setting sun.

 

 

The sunset from our beach looked a little different on our last evening.  From the same spot just a few steps outside our trailer we watched the setting sun on the west and turning around spied the rising moon.  Contrary to the old saying, this red sky at night heralded a coming day of warning for sea-going folks in this area.

The two pictures below show the weather we woke up to that next day, our last morning.

 

The sky was still blue, but the waves, which had been calm until then were crashing and rolling.   The bar, the most dangerous one on the lower coast, was closed.  Flags were out, but two Coast Guard boats were also  out guarding the entrance.  We had a great view of the boats from right in front of our spot.  

 

 

This boat totally disappeared under that wave just after this picture.    Although I know perfectly well that these guardians of the sea  know what they are doing, my heart was still in my throat.  I think the men and women of the Coast Guard are happy for the chance to put their  skills to use though.  They do such good work.  

 

 

We were so lucky in our weather and that we were able to safely socially distance while experiencing different and beautiful scenery .    Most people we met as we walked were wearing masks and it was always easy to socially distance.   Our beaches here in Oregon never seem to be over-crowded even in the summer.    I'm grateful for that and, as always, grateful to "the travel planner" for finding the perfect Autumn getaway spot.  

 

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PICTURES and PONDERS

Pretty pictures and  pandemic ponders.   

 

"It is a serious thing  just to be alive on this fresh morning  in this broken world” – Mary Oliver

 Like many bloggers these days, I'm reaching back for memories of sunny mornings.   But they will  come again.  

 

 

 

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather" - John Ruskin

The  picture above is from the last time we spent the winter in Oregon -- over a dozen years ago.    We had a fireplace in  the fifth-wheel RV that we lived and  traveled in back then.   There was a little bit of a hiccup in our plans that season -- we weren't planning to spend the winter here, but health- and  healing-related events changed that.   At least this winter we are mentally prepared (more or less) for cozy winter months.     After all, like everybody else, we've been thinking up ways to keep from being bored at home ever since April.   Below is what we did one day:

 

 

Bill worked on the computer and  I got a new pet.  (I learned how to do this from someone's blog and sadly I've forgotten who it was as well as how to do it.)  This day happened when we were totally self-isolating for two weeks when we were first back in Oregon.  

 

Although we still do stay at home more than usual, we are now able to go outside and play some.    I'm grateful for that.

 

The pictures below are from one of those times -- one of what I call our Covid country drives.  

 

Leftover pictures from a recent country drive 

Scarecrow doesn't seem like the right word for the two fashionably-dressed ladies in the top row, but I think they're meant to serve the same purpose.   We pulled over so I could take their  picture and at  first neither of us  noticed the real-live-human woman plowing her garden.   She waved at us and her protective dog never even barked, but he was sure ready to act had we stepped onto his property (as he should have).  

We have another, slightly longer, getaway planned this week as we spend a few socially-distanced days in our tiny trailer. 

 

Gold Beach Oregon 2017

We're looking forward to this year's version of the Thanksgiving holiday --  camping on Oregon's south coast.    

 

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THE LEAVES ARE LEAVING

 

 

Want to buy a post office?    Yep, the  Lorane post office building, the second smallest we've ever seen, can be yours for only $99,000.     We saw the "for sale" sign  and looked it up when we got home.  The ad said the "iconic building" is leased to the USPO for the next four years -- so there's a guaranteed source of income.

The post-office sighting was on one of our recent "covid drives" out in the country,    All of the rest of the  pictures are from  last week, even closer to home.

 

Saturday, November 7

 To be perfectly honest, the picture above is from a week ago yesterday.  That's the Black Walnut Tree at our D and SIL's that I've been watching since April.   We spent part of that Saturday out at the farm visiting and admiring the Fall colors,  a lot of which appeared in last week's post.  It was perfectly beautiful blue-sky Autumn weather. 

But the next day it turned cool and windy.  

 

 

On Monday, Cyndi texted that it was "snowing leaves" at their house. She included a  quick movie from her phone but sadly I can't figure out how to embed a video so it's a screen shot. 

 

Friday, November 13

And this is my picture of the same tree from our latest visit a couple of days ago.  What a difference a week makes.

 

 

Cyndi also texted this picture. How lucky that they had some help with the raking!   That is their grandson (our great), who was visiting them for the day.  You can tell from my latest picture above that there are a lot more leaves to come down.  Enough to keep this little guy busy the next time he spends the day with his grandparents. 

 

 

I didn't help with the raking when we visited on Friday.  But I did collect some of the last of the Autumn  color from the back pasture.  I'm grateful to enjoy the beauty and have none of the work.  Sometimes growing older is not a bad thing at all! 

 

 

While we were there, the sky kept  changing from gray to blue.  So Cyndi and I kept moving our lawn chairs around  from sunny spots to dry ones as we visited.    Beautiful Autumn color is just about gone, but I hope this  rainbow is an omen of a manageable winter and brighter things to come in non-weather related matters.  (Rainbow shot through the car window the same day, as we drove home.) 

 

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DAWN OF A NEW DAY

 

 We woke up Saturday morning to a beautiful golden  day.    And not only because of the perfect Autumn weather.

 

This isn't a current news blog by any means, but as I have said often, it is my happy place.   And because the news on Saturday made me  happy, I can't just ignore it here.   I will be even happier on January 20  (and hope we survive until then), but it feels like our country has taken the first step back to sanity.  

 

"We are in a battle for the soul of the nation. It’s a battle to uphold and honor the values that we hold dear, values like empathy, and dignity, and respect for truth. These are our values and they are the values we need for a better future."   Joe Biden.

 

 

 

 Of course we still have problems and they won't magically go away now or in January.  But there is hope.  And there are beautiful Autumn colors.      The pictures above are all from Saturday at our son-in-law and daughters.  Our Covid-pod.   And we are more than OK with that.

"Introverts were social distancing before social distancing was cool"  -  Don Kahle, Register-Guard (Eugene)  October 30

In addition to visiting the lovely people in our pod on Saturday, we  took a couple of day-drives earlier in the week.     The weather really has been perfect and Autumn color is wonderful.  Getting out there is something we like to do and my favorite form of stress relief.  Fortunately Bill enjoys it just as much.

 

 

A random drive-by shot of typical scenery in our part of the world.  I love the layered look of the hills.

 

 

 

Oakland Oregon is a small and historic town in the next county to ours.  (Historic for this part of this country.)   It's only about an hour from home on the freeway, but longer for us because we explored backroads on our way there and back.    We are fortunate to have our  camper van because public "rest stops" are few and far between these days.  We wouldn't be nearly as comfortable on a day drive with just a car (or at least I wouldn't).     

 

 

Oakland was pretty much completely shut down on the week-day when we were there.    The downtown is mostly antique and souvenir stores and wineries that had opened in repurposed historic buildings.  I wonder if many of these small businesses will survive Covid. 

Leisurely heading back home after our walk around Oakland, we stopped for a while in the even tinier town of Drain.  The town wants to make sure people know why it  has that odd name.

 

 

I remember the days when almost every outing, whether for errands or pleasure, included finding a fun restaurant.     Many of our old favorites have re-opened at home (in the Eugene area) , but we haven't patronized any this year except for a few takeout meals.  We wouldn't have found much at all on this outing, even if we'd been planning to "eat out."  

 

 

 Things change, but life is good  -- and hopefully getting better.

 

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INSPIRED BY FALL COLOR

 

It wasn't a terribly inspiring week.   Boring appointments and other routine unbloggable stuff took up a lot of what ought to be all the time in the world, but somehow is not. 

The weather cooled down quite suddenly with some sunny days and no rain.   Whether gray or sunny though, this time of year there is always glorious color.      

 

There were beautiful Autumn leaves to admire  ...

 

 

... and to shuffle through.

Kicking fallen leaves makes me feel like a child again.  I hope no one was watching.   I have reached  the age where there is a fine line between childlike and one's second childhood.  

 

 

The usual suspects were still out and about on walks to the river.  Great Blue Herons (above), Great Egrets (below), gulls, and Canada Geese are always around.  The Winters are usually mild enough here that I don't think they'll migrate.  

 

 

I hope the mild part is true this year, because we ourselves will not be migrating to our Florida cottage.  It's just too far away under the present circumstances.  Instead,  we will emulate the (other?)  geese here in Oregon that migrate only from one field to another.   (We hope to take some shorter camping trips.) 

 

 

 

 Meanwhile, skies last week were not very dramatic.   The days were either all blue or all gray.  But at least every day wasn't all gray   (yet).    

 

 

 

I'm always grateful that we live within walking distance of our River.  Especially on weeks like this one.

 

 

It's not really cold yet --  light jacket weather by the time I usually get outside.  But it does seem like only yesterday when I walked fast to get to the shaded parts of the path.  Now I head quickly for the sunny spots.    

 

 

I like Autumn!  

(Not too crazy about the season that comes next, but we haven't really had Winter for years, so we will try to look at it as a new experience and learn from it.)

 

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SUNDAY SMILES

 

A collection of smiles -- all pictures from last week here in the Willamette Valley.  

 

 

Happy Halloween .... 

 

Don't Forget to Wear Your Mask  

(I'm not lion)

 

 

 Is this a good buy?  Have you ever bought a pound of wine?  

 (Still trying to figure out exactly how much wine that is.  My math skills are poor, but I have the soul of a proof-reader.)

 

Hot Lips

Funny name for a beautiful plant 

 

Just Hanging on By a Thread

(There's a metaphor in there somewhere.)

 

 

And some genuine smiles from out at the country place last week.  That's our oldest great-grandson with the new family puppy (a very big puppy).   And beautiful blue skies and October sunshine.   Thankful for every beautiful Autumn day.

 

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The BEAUTIFUL and the BAD

It was perfect  October weather last week -- just about as perfect as perfect can be.  Not too hot, not too cold.   No rain, but it has rained recently so it's no longer  too dry!  

 

All the colors of Autumn with blue sky -- from a Saturday morning walk around our neighborhood.   Earlier in the week, we took a drive up the McKenzie River.  The Highway is open again after being closed because of the Holiday Farm fire.       

 

 

Goodpasture Bridge, McKenzie River -- built 1938

 

Oregon has more covered bridges than any other state west of the Mississippi.   Back when bridges were built of wooden timbers, the roofs were protection from the Oregon rain.  Quite a few of them have been preserved and some like this one are still in limited use.  

   

 

We stopped at the bridge above and this stretch of the river just after leaving the urban area of Eugene/Springfield.    The sun was shining, the river flowed, the trees were green.   Over the years, we've had so many happy times along  the McKenzie and at first, the drive-by views  looked just like old times.   Because of last month's fire, we knew to expect  damage further along  but felt like we needed to see it for ourselves.     

 

 

We didn't have to drive too much further before seeing blackened trees and crews removing dangerously damaged ones .  Along here, we were surprised to see places where one home would be severely burned and the one on the next property still standing apparently unharmed.  In our travels, we've been in areas where we've seen the aftermath of hurricanes and tornados, but didn't expect fire damage to be so sporadic.   But this fire was exacerbated by a severe windstorm, so it was wind patterns here as well.   

 

 

We began to see signs thanking the fire crews for the amazing job they did stopping the fire where they did.  But soon we reached the towns of Finn Rock and Blue River.  Those towns are near where the fire started.  They are pretty much completely destroyed.

 

 

There used to be a store and cafe where the structure at the top left and center were taken.  Small vacation cottages lined the portion of the river where some owners are still sifting through the remains.   The three pictures on the bottom are from what was once the town of Blue River.  Firefighters saved the district school building, but the town is just gone.

 At first as we drove through the remains of the town it somehow  felt wrong that the sun was shining and the sky was blue.   I suppose it is a sign of hope.   It was so very sad, but I was still glad we took the drive.  We don't watch the news and  nothing I had read had quite prepared me for this.  It will be a long time before things are anywhere near back to normal in this part of our county.

Rather than re-trace our route  along the McKenzie River, we made it  a circle drive by going home over the Santiam Highway.  

 

 

 We were traveling a portion of this aptly named scenic byway.    Here is a brief bit of info from "America's Scenic Byways."

This 66-mile route begins in the rich farmland of the Willamette Valley, and then winds along rushing streams, and through dense forests as it climbs into the Cascades to join the West Cascades and McKenzie Pass-Santiam Pass National Scenic Byways.

Along the way travelers will pass through some of Oregon's oldest settlements, while experiencing the geographic diversity of five western Oregon ecosystems. With access to rivers, reservoirs, parks and campgrounds, many trails and winter sports access areas, this byway offers a wide range of scenic wonders and recreational activities.  

 

 

Short Bridge, Santiam River , Built 1945 to replace an earlier one built in 1920

 

Short Bridge crosses the South fork of the Santiam River.   Like the Goodpasture Bridge at the beginning of the post, this one is also named for a pioneer Oregon settler.  The name is not meant as a description, but it could be -- it really isn't very long.   (I think it is shorter than this blogpost is.)    If you've read this far, thank you!!    Even though I usually try to keep this blog "my happy space", another purpose of it is to keep memories.  And I don't want to forget this fire (which I can only hope will be a rare happening).    

 

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EARLY OCTOBER -- A COLLECTION

 Here in Eugene this year, we have only half as much Fall Color as usual. 

 

 

The proof is in the picture!  

 

 

Above  is my  collection from last week of what color there was.     All  pictures  taken in between much needed rain showers.   

Not a lot  from last week -- partly because of that rain.  So the  rest of this post is a random selection from past Octobers.    

 

 

Custer State Park, South Dakota  October 2013

 

Custer State Park is one of our favorite places.  The wildlife viewing there  is outstanding.   In October 2013 we visited when driving from Oregon to Florida.   Although you couldn't tell it from this picture, we also saw quite a bit of snow that time.   Our youngest son had driven from Colorado to spend some of his vacation time with us.    We were glad to take him up on the offer to drive us around on our scenic tours.  That way Bill was able to admire the scenery more than usual.  We were all even happier that the roads were clear by the time we left the area.    (In truth,  I was the only one of the three of us who worried about the weather -- and I was the only one who was not driving.)  

 

Fern Ridge Lake October 2012

 

We spent many summer/fall seasons at Fern Ridge Lake here in Lane County Oregon.   In early October the Lake, which is really a reservoir,  is  beginning to recede.  That makes it a good month for birding.    I have taken tons of pictures of Great Blue Herons from here in Oregon, from Florida and from points in between.  This is one of my favorites.

 

 Booth Bay Harbor Maine October 2010

 

We were looking at a different body of water in October 2010 when we were close to winding up our  tour of the Eastern Seaboard States.   That whole trip was wonderful, full of new places and new experiences.  We had some prior knowledge of Booth Bay Harbor because years earlier our oldest son had been stationed there on his first Coast Guard posting.  He liked it very much and we did too.  

 

Fern Ridge Lake October 2014

Back to the Lake for another between-showers picture.  In fact "Between Showers"  was the title of the October 2014 post where I found this picture.  A typical Oregon October.   I am thankful for the rain, because we need it so much this year.  And thankful that I have this blog to jog my memory because memories are much needed this year too. 

 

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THE WEEK THAT WAS ....

What a week!    Even in 2020, the one just past stands out as one of the strangest -- nationally.  Everybody knows that already, so  I'll just say that since we are still in semi-isolation, we probably have way too much time to follow the news.  Sometimes I think it would be nice to live on a deserted island with no contact with the outside world! 

 

 

 But  then I wouldn't be able to blog!  This pretty Stellar's Jay showed off for me exactly at the point where the path behind our  apartment complex reaches the river path.  

 

 

Nature walks are, as always, a refuge.  These pictures however are from out in the country on our daughter's and son-in-law's acreage.   I guess those are nature walks for me.  I walk around the edge of their property taking pictures while everybody else in the family is busy working on projects or  on-line school.   (Then I sit under the big tree watching birds and reading.)  

 

 

Back to the earlier walk in our own neighborhood.   Some days when I walk the River Paths I don't see a single bird.  On this walk, I  saw the Great Blue Heron standing in the shadows of the trees where the Jay was perched.

 

 

 

After our weeks of smoke, we don't take blue skies for granted.    And the weather has been beautiful.  Most years, October is a good month here in Oregon.    There isn't a lot of  color so far -- and there may not be.  I think it might have been too dry during the summer.  But even without vivid Autumn color, it is good to have perfect walking temperatures -- and of course blue sky.  I am thankful for that.

 

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FALL

We had rain off and on and wind last week --  the first official week of Fall in the USA.  One windy afternoon we were reading quietly when there was a strange and loud noise outside our window.   Here's what we saw:

 

FALL  (two definitions) 2020

 

My first thought was that this poor old tree just gave up on 2020 (because why not? -- It really feels as if we're all just waiting for the other shoe to drop.)   In reality, saturated ground and sudden wind may have had something to do with the tree's demise.    No buildings or people were hurt  and we were happy that it was "not our problem."  That is the head of maintenance for our complex surveying the damage.    I grow fond of trees and it was sad to see whenever I looked out our windows.  This weekend a crew came in and chain-sawed it all away.    

 

 Below are some more conventional (and happier) pictures of Fall around our neighborhood:

 

Weekday walks, Eugene  -- first week of Fall 2020

 

September is such a nostalgic month -- I think because it brings back memories of starting school.   My archives don't  go back quite  as far as those boxes of crayons and new workbooks, but because I didn't have many new pictures for the week I did comb through them.  

 

Fern Ridge Lake Oregon                                              2012

 

I looked for September pictures  that would work for the sharing sites that I like to join.   We spent part of the summer/fall season at the Lake for several years when we were full-time RVers.  (We traveled the rest of the year.)

 

Mergansers, Bald Eagles, and a Bear ---   Haines Alaska 2014

We spent almost four months in Alaska in 2014 -- the trip actually ended in mid-September,  so these pictures would have been taken earlier in the summer.  But I was still blogging about that trip for weeks after it ended.      There was so much to see and do there!   

 

 

 

Vermont  2001

 

I used the above picture in the first FullTime-Life blog post I ever made in September 2007  (and have repeated it every few years to mark the start of the season.)   But it was taken several years before that on our first RV trip out of the western states.  We loved this trip, loved that part of the country,  and loved being leaf-peepers.   

 

 

And here we are back home in the neighborhood in September 2020 --  one of the paths we walk along the Willamette River.  A lovely place for dreaming of the past and planning for the future!  We are grateful for time to do both.

 

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A BREATH OF FRESH AIR

It rained hard last Thursday night! 

 

 

 The storm cleared the air enough so that on Friday we were able to go grocery shopping, even to the Farm Market.    And on Saturday afternoon, the sun came out for a little while and the sky was blue.  I even went for a neighborhood walk around the loop.  The picture above is from earlier in the summer, but the sky was almost this blue on Saturday.   I didn't take pictures because I was too busy appreciating the fact that I could breath fresh air.  

 

River Road near Junction City

In fact, all pictures in today's post are from the archives.  The little abandoned outbuilding is on a farm near the market where we shop for produce.   

 

From the archives

I'm so grateful for the rain.   I swear I won't ever fuss about gray days again as long as they are caused by rain, not smoke and ash.   (Especially if there are rainbows after.)

 

Delta Ponds Pedestrian Bridge, near our neighborhood 

Of course all is not sunshine and lollipops yet -- over 700 structures were burned in the Holiday Farm fire which is still only about 10% contained.   This fire, the closest one to us, is just one of the climate fires burning in Oregon.  This one alone has burned (is burning) over 170,000 acres.    The Red Cross has housed evacuees from the area   in Eugene/Springfield hotels.  (Some had other places to go, so the number of displaced people isn't known.)

And of course even if the skies are smoke-free we still need masks whenever we leave the house.  

 

For that reason -- and for many others -- we can all use some spots of sunshine.    Yellow flowers always brighten my day.  Even when they are pictures from the archives.   May these spots of sunshine on the ground brighten yours.

 

 

RIP,  RBG.  

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OREGON ON FIRE

 We are safe at home, but the State of Oregon is burning up.  Government authorities have reported over a million acres have burned.   It is hard to believe that a week ago today (Sunday) my weekly blog post talked about how dry and hot it was, but we had spent that last week doing our usual things.  Usual in the age of Covid anyway -- we took walks, we visited outdoors with family,  went to the grocery store and Farm Market.... just the normal.   

 

 

 But that was last Sunday and I was blogging about the previous week.   On Monday night (September 7), the Holiday Farm Fire started up the McKenzie River -- in an area about  50 miles east of  us.  It has now burned to about 15 miles from us, as well as further north and south.  Conditions were hot and dry and there was a strong 40 mph wind (very unusual for here) -- it fanned the fire out of control very suddenly.   People who lived up the river  got no warning  -- some of them  awoke to flames against their house.  Several small communities were destroyed.   It is not yet known how many lives have been lost.  People have been evacuated to high schools in Springfield, the twin city to Eugene where we live.  Fire fighting conditions improved Friday, and the fire has slowed, though still is not controlled.

 These two pictures were taken from  our front door on Tuesday morning, September 8 -- the  only time all week I've stepped out of the house.   We, and our Oregon family, are not near the flames and in no danger of having to evacuate, but air quality is at a dangerous level.   

 

 

 The Holiday Farm Fire is just one of several climate fires that are burning out of control in our State, all caused by the same conditions. But it is the closest one to us. The Upper McKenzie River has been our mountain playground for years. I made the collage below from the last time we camped there.

 

Memory of Blue River -- from last April.

We stayed at the Blue River RV Park on the last night of our trip home from Florida.  It is practically certain that this beautiful little RV park has been destroyed.   We have so many memories of staying along the River in years back.  This was just the latest time.  We used to go  camping with our kids up there, we often took carloads of Boy Scouts and supplies to camp, and every summer we have taken at least a day trip  up the river to walk or hike.  It will be a while before anyone is able to do that again -- and it will never be the same.   

 

 

 

Sun on Tuesday morning  

Climate change has come home.    It is heartbreaking to think of the people who have lost everything in these fires.       We hope for happier times and better days to come... and soon.

 

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HOT WEATHER OREGON

It was HOT last week!  Oregonians aren't used to 90 degree temperatures --  It's really not even fun to go for a walk when it's that warm.  One morning we took a drive up into the hills East of us just to get away.   It was a little bit cooler and a  whole lot greener.  We drove rather aimlessly around the back roads, sometimes on  logging roads, stopping now and then to admire the views.  And to take pictures  or to figure out where we were  (depending on which half of us we're talking about.)

  

 

Layered hills are my favorite.  This view was on Bill's side and he stopped the car before I even saw it.  He knew I'd want this picture and I'm actually glad he can read my mind.    

 

 

Views nearer to the roads. 

The green really was refreshing -- it really is dry and hot in the valley and sometimes smoky.  Several wildfires are burning in Western Oregon -- one in our county, on the way to the Coast.  We need rain.

Saturday was the coolest day of the week -- still in the 80s (F) but more manageable.  We went out to the country to say hi to whoever was home. And to work on a project  or to take pictures (once again, depending which half ....).

 

One 

I wandered out to the back-of-beyond part of their property.   This little guy caught my eye.  His perch on a  blackberry cane did not look real comfortable.  I took the picture mostly so I could try to identify what it was ... it didn't look like the small birds I usually see in their  yard.

 

 

Two 

 

Before I even moved there were suddenly two birds on the same bushes.   -- I'm not sure if they're even the same kind of bird as the first one I saw -- but they were also enjoying whatever was left on those dead branches.   

 

Three 

 

And then there were three.  One definitely showing off athletic skill.

 

 Four 

 

 Five!  

 

By the time the whole flock flew away all at once,  it was feeling as if  I were in the middle of a children's counting book.   One, two, three..... how many little birds do you see?        I'm wondering if these are some kind of recent fledglings.  (ID help is always welcome.)  

 

 

I'm still surprised that those birds chose the bare branches when there was this colorful tangle of ripe berries and rose-hips nearby.   I picked a cup or two of blackberries for our cereal the next day.   Before we went home we also picked a big basket of those wonderful cherry tomatoes and our daughter gave us a dozen of those green and brown eggs. (see here).    Good company, good food, fresh air  -- can't be beat.  

 

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LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL?

 

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?  

 

 

 

  It all depends on which way you're going.  Let's pretend we're all coming out of the dark into the sunshine. It could happen that way.  

 

 

 

The best walk of the  week was at Eugene's Delta Ponds.  This bit of nature in the middle of the City is a peaceful -- and hopeful -- place.  It's a City Park reclaimed from gravel pits.   Gravel extraction during the 1950s and 60s  provided much of the material for construction of local roadways, including Interstate 105.  

 

 

The City purchased the land from the gravel company in the late 1970s, but it remained wild and unclaimed until 2003.      

 

 

 

Work to restore the Delta Pond System and reconnect it to the River  has been ongoing since then.   It's a wonderful resource for the community and one for which I'm grateful!  

 

 

More usual suspects -- the white duck must be an escapee who decided to join his wild cousins.   The female Mallard at the top left has a feather on her beak.  I kept expecting her to sneeze.   Also seen, but not photographed (even badly) were a few darting songbirds and a Kingfisher.

The next two pictures are from last week's visit to our daughter and son-in-law's.  

 

 

 A few mid-summer flowers are still hanging in there. 

 

 

The Black Walnut tree is magnificent in all its fully leafed out glory.   It is too bad that it couldn't stay at this stage for longer!   The leaves will probably start to fall just about the time the rainy season arrives, which (according to our children) makes a big messy job.     I've taken so many spring and summer pictures of this beautiful tree this year, the least I can probably do is pick up a rake in the fall.   Or not.  (Maybe I will just take some more tree-watch pictures instead. )  

 

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