Sunday, October 25, 2009
Early in the morning on the 4th of July, three of our kids ran a half marathon together on Sauvie's Island. We left the house at about 4 AM to do the hour drive and get there early for the 6 AM race. (Some people do this for fun!) There was a terrible traffic jam getting over the bridge onto the island, and we arrived just after the marathoners had started, but right on time for the half. There were a lot of admiring fans milling around; several thousand ran. While we waited for the first runners to come in we shopped in the produce barn and admired the chickens and goats. Then the runners came streaming in over a period of several hours. For their pains, they got hot dogs and strawberry shortcake and a tee shirt. And a lot of satisfaction!
Hi ! I am just practicing my collage making. Thanks for the helpful hints. I do like the borders around the pictures. I am excited to try another one now. This is the Office Bridge in Westfir (near Oakridge) Oregon. Seen in a recent posting but not such a great mosaic =)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Technical support person arrived. Collage happened. Can’t get borders of color around pictures like I’ve seen some of you other smarty pants do. Oh, well. Aren’t these colors gorgeous?
We were going to and from Central Ferry State Park on the Snake River in Washington. Loved the drive!
I am using Picasa 3 for the collage and Windows Live Writer on the blog. What do you use for your collages?
Harvest time always makes me think of the fields and farmers and the good earth which produces the crops which we enjoy. On our Labor Day camping trip, we drove 5 hours northeast to the Washington Palouse. [The Palouse is a region of the northwestern United States, encompassing parts of eastern Washington, northern Idaho and, in some definitions, extending south into northeast Oregon. It is a major wheat-producing agricultural area. Situated about 160 miles (250 kilometers) north of the Oregon Trail, the region experienced rapid growth in the late 19th century, for a brief time surpassing the population of the Puget Sound region of Washington.
The origin of the name "Palouse" is unclear. One theory is that the name of the Palus tribe (spelled in early accounts variously Palus, Palloatpallah, Pelusha, et al.) was converted by French-Canadian fur traders to the more familiar French word pelouse, meaning "land with short and thick grass" or "lawn." Over time, the spelling changed to Palouse. Another theory is that the name was in the first place a French word, describing the area which was then applied to the indigenous people inhabiting it.
Traditionally, the Palouse region was defined as the fertile hills and prairies north of the Snake River, which separated it from Walla Walla Country, and north of the Clearwater River, which separated it from the Camas Prairie, extending north along the Washington and Idaho border, south of Spokane, centered on the Palouse River. This region underwent a settlement and wheat-growing boom during the 1880s, part of a larger process of growing wheat in southeast Washington, originally pioneered in the Walla Walla Country south of the Snake River.] Wikipedia
If you read that definition, you will know that we drove through glorious golden hills of wheat and rich brown earth being groomed for the next season. I wanted to celebrate the glories of fall and harvest by putting the pictures into a mosaic like some of my learned blogging friends do, but I haven’t known how to do a mosaic.
The purple peak in the distant deepest orange sky is Mt Hood, and the river is the mighty Columbia.
Oh, beautiful for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountains’ majesties
above the fruited plain,
God shed his grace on thee
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.
P.S. I shall try a photo mosaic when my darling technical support person comes home from work!
Friday, October 16, 2009
After we enjoyed the Office Covered Bridge (we don't know why it is called Office Bridge), we proceeded east to the main highway north/south through central Oregon, Highway 97. On the way, we passed lots of lovely mossy trees and rode along the blue green waters of the river. The sun was shining and the leaves were beginning to turn gold and orange.
We turned onto Highway 97 and drove a short ways, enjoying the farm lands, when we came to a stop in traffic due to an accident ahead. Trucks and campers and cars were lined up as far as we could see. After sitting in the car for a while, expecting to move again momentarily, we began to wonder what was going on. People were getting out of their cars and passing what information they had; truckers advised us to turn around if we could. The highway had been closed already for 2.5 hours and the tow trucks hadn't arrived yet. [ I have since learned that 2 motorcyclists, 49 years old, were returning to Reno from visiting friends in Washington and were hit when a 69 year-old man in an oncoming SUV pulled out to pass a semi truck, killing the two motorcyclists and injuring the man's wife severely. A very sad story.]
Although it seemed counter intuitive, we turned around and headed back to the turn off to Crater Lake. It was the only other road that could get us out of there. Much of the year, the road at the north end of Crater Lake is closed due to snow, but now at the end of summer it was open and so beautiful! My husband, though long an Oregonian, had never seen Crater Lake, so it was a fulfillment of a wish for him, albeit not a timely one.
As we crested the top of the drive, suddenly we saw the remarkable blue lake beside us. It was rimmed in rock which glowed in the late afternoon sun. It appeared to be stage lighting! My husband pulled over into a viewpoint and we immediately took pictures. The wind was very cold and strong at the top!
Crater Lake was formed when the volcano Mt. Mazama blew up thousands of years ago. The 8000-9000 foot high caldera is partially filled with water, roughly 1,958 feet, making it the deepest lake in the United States. The lake reaches 5 to 6 miles across. It is known for its remarkable deep blue color, clarity, and water purity. The island in the lake is Wizard Island, a platform caused by subsequent lava eruptions. The area is now a national park.
I still have one more ‘golden link” in my chain to share with you next time!
It has stayed in our minds since that train trip as a place of elusive charm, calling us to return someday. Can you imagine my delight when my husband said he planned our route to Reno to pass by that very covered bridge in what I know now is Oakridge, Oregon! Here is the sketch I made from the train:
But Ron was able to capture it on camera so now we have come full circle: the bridge from the train and the train from the bridge.
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