Slough Camp to Benham Falls

Des chutes River from trail between Slough Camp and Benham Falls.
Late Fall colors above Slough Camp.
A quiet day amongst the changing colors.

Yesterday Isabella and I explored a different  walking trail.  We drove  just west of Bend up Century Drive, turned off on the road to Benham Falls and ended up at Slough Camp.  From Slough Camp’s parking lot we headed on foot towards Benham Falls, about 2.5 miles. I hadn’t been up in this area for ages.  It brought back a fun/funny memory. In The 60’s when I was attending COCC my folks sent me $70. a month for rent, food, gas, etc. One memorable month I out-spent the month by two weeks and had only a dime to last until next payday.  No problem, well not really.  For food I, every day, fished the Deschutes and lived on the catch of the day – trout. I ate fried trout, baked trout, boiled trout, and fried trout again.  The dime I had bought me two lemons from the market on Franklin St. just two blocks from my apartment.  Bend was so compact and easy back then. Anyway, Slough Camp was one of my fishing spots and it felt good to be back, although I’m happy to hike and not fish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The forest waiting for winter as far as one can see.

Isabella found a place where she could get to the river for a drink without tromping through brush and river grasses.  She took off over a little embankment that looked almost straight down to me.  I questioned her ability to get herself out of that hole, but she did it, eventually.  I let her rest a bit, me too, before we carried on.  It was such a beautiful, quiet Fall day, and I’m grateful for every minute of it.

How are you going to get back up?
Last Days of Autumn 2017

 

Into the Woods

PTH Art

Another beautiful Fall day in Central Oregon.  Isabella and I headed out to do a little exploring, nothing dangerous or even very adventurous, but I though we’d try some new trails.  After all the years I’ve lived in Bend, I have not spent much time roaming around Phil’s Trail Head, so I don’t really know the lay of the land.  In fact, a few years ago, I did get quite lost, twice in one year.

Here’s my excuse, for getting lost that is.  We left one bright sunny morning from the parking lot and headed west on Kent’s trail. After walking several miles I noticed was getting a little tired and decided to head back to the car.  Not wanting to see the same scenery twice in one day, I headed south, I thought,  with good intentions of catching Phil’s trail which was, logically, “right over there.”  Ha!  Not only was it not “right over there,” but the clouds rolled in and, directionally speaking, and I was sunk.  Galumphing over pine needles, cones and various other beautiful objects that make up the forest floor, I wasn’t even able to decide what was up hill (Skinner’s or maybe Eugene) or down hill (Bend or maybe LaPine).

Somewhere in a science or physiology class I had learned that humans have a small deposit of lead or another metal material that sits just above the bridge of the nose in the lower part of the forehead.  It was believed that that piece of metal worked as a internal compass assisting us in the general navigation of life.   Well, guess what?  I didn’t get one of those.  Knowing there had to be a trail somewhere fairly close, I carried on. At least an hour later, alas the hallucinations began.  Just ahead, I came upon signs of life.  There it was, the Galveston/14th street turn circle with the  Big Red Chicken sitting right in front of me.  Something wasn’t right though.  Things were all distorted.  The chicken before me had shrunk.  Must be Galveston’s baby, the Little Red Chicken.  At closer range it was still a Little Red Chicken.  I touched it.  “What are you doing out here, Little Chicken,” I ask it?  Are you real?

About then a bicyclist came around yon corner.  Thank God.  He was real and a normal man size. He stopped, as did the others behind him.  Pulling myself together mustering the most sane voice I could come up with I ask if “they” knew where the parking lot was.  Pointing down the trail, the same direction their bikes were headed, one guy said, “That way.”  “I knew that,” I smiled.  “Um, how far?”  About an hour on foot. They must have checked out my leg length, or lack there, of when they came up with my ETA.

That was one long day. Oh, did I mention the part where I’d left my water in the car?  How smart is that?  Several months later, when I was smarter, I repeated the same scenario.  I’ll spare myself the details.  I hadn’t really thought of those “lost years” until yesterday, in full sun, including shadows and all the directional cues necessary to activate my internal compass, after walking longer than I thought my return trip to the car would take, and on a well used trail, a sinking feeling re-emerged.  Really? No, I am not lost.  Just keep going.   I did. That was good advise, as soon I came to a surprise, to me, art installation pictured below.  I know a biscillion Bend-its and tourist have passed this place a biscillion times…and know it’s less than a mile to the  PTH parking lot.  Please don’t make fun of me.  OK?  So I’m old-er.  I do this kind of stuff.

As for art, I’m proud of the place I live in and the many opportunities that are available to display art throughout our town…and forests.  The “Little Red Chicken” was a fantastic surprise, right out there in the woods all by its little red self.  And the tinkling of the cog wheels moving in the breeze, well, I found that installation a simple and telling display of the hearts of the folks who maintain Phil’s trials and the bike clubs who are a strong presence…ie, the Skyliner’s Road update.  May “ART” prevail.  Some say it will save the world.

More art at PTH
Chimes in the woods at PTH
Isabella, Come on.  We’re not lost

Sunflowers All Around

All around the country side and in the city I see the fullness and fruition of summer’s dream.  Sunflowers. Short ones, medium size and  tall massive forests of happy faces bounce in the breeze seemingly celebrating their very existence.  I want to learn how to let them to grow in my garden, when I get a garden, but for now I’ll simply paint another pretty posy hoping I can do justice to its essence.  Essence is key in my art and allows my imagination to rule.

Watercolor on paper
15X22 unframed

Fall Equinox

There are special days in each year that carve memories, not all real great but most are great and worth celebrating.  My favorites are Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Solstices, Equinoxes, and on and on.  But, every year the real winner in my book is that awaited day that usually comes sometime in the Fall, after the rains have come, the temperature drops, we’re socked in for a couple of days – and then the clouds lift.  Bam! There on the horizon the most stunning gift of nature looms.  Brilliant, white with snow, and beautiful beyond thought are the four mountains that seem to keep watch over the foothills and towns below.

IT HAPPENED THIS MORNING ON THE FALL EQUINOX

Morning Magic

 

Another Sunny Day

It’s amazing what a sunny day can do to brighten everything.

11 x 15 Watercolor on paper

11 x 15 Watercolor on paper

After THE Winter – of all Winters

After the long hard winter and a lingering spring, summer has finally arrived.  The first of the fruit crops are showing up in outdoor stands and markets all over Bend.  I didn’t notice the normal influx of strawberries this year, but the cherries are abundant stacked mostly in the open trunks and back seats of cars dotting parking lots sporting little hand made signs reading, “Cherries 4 Sale” or “Cheries for Sale” or CHERRIES for SALE.  Maybe they’ve come from Madras or the Valley.

Hans, my youngest son, and his wife Flora are paddle boarding on Elk Lake today, and tomorrow they will ski Mt. Bachelor.  For the first time in years, on this 4th of July weekend, the mountains are still hidden under a heavy blanket of snow.  The lakes and the streams are full, of very cold water, and running at a swift pace, just as in times past.  In the early 1960’s the US Olympic ski team trained on the glaciers of Mt. Bachelor during the summer.  They stayed at Elk Lake Lodge where I worked for several years.  It was fun to get to know them.

Terry, Renee, Ellie and Jade are enjoying a few days in the Wallowa’s.  Those mountains are stunning, and the little town of Joseph nestled in the foothills of those wild peaks is so peaceful and welcoming…and a long ways from anything.

My youngest step son Matt and his nineteen year old son Jacob paid a surprise visit this week. They have just left after two wonderful days together.  The three of us talked non-stop.  Last night we sat by the fire circle on my back deck and kept the neighbors awake chatting until almost midnight.  Matt is an anesthesiologist in DC and, accompanied by his son, was headed to Korea for a year’s military assignment.  He and Jacob missed their flight in Seattle which gave them about three days to spend as they wished, so I got the call Thursday saying  that they would be here Friday.  We haven’t seen one another for seventeen years.  We picked up right where we left off as if only a day had passed.  This visit was a 100% blessing for the three of us.

The weekend will find me back up in the mountains escaping the thundering of speeding cars roaring at high speeds by my new house.  Somedays I think the noise is not too bad.  Other days I just want to run away and go back home.  As we know, there’s no place to run, and there’s no turning back.  I remember a sprawling cherry tree that grew on the bank above Burnside Ave. in Portland.  It seemed very happy and healthy in the midst of heavy traffic and noise much louder than I deal with.

So, MOTS, (moral of the story) is, be a cherry, grow lots of leaves, sparkle in the sun and celebrate life no matter what.

Look Out Your Window and Be Grateful

“Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.”  Martin Luther King

The sweet image below was painted by Yael Maimon,  an Israeli woman living 8 miles from the Gaza Strip.   This painting is featured in the February 2017 issue of Watercolor Magic, with the following thought from the artist:

     If you  look our your window at peaceful scenery, you have reason to be grateful.

 Let us all live in a world of peace.

War Zone by Yael Maimon

 

Thank You

To all you who responded to my Hole in the Floor post, I want you to know your comments and support are very helpful, and you are all appreciated. I am not alone, as I’ve recently heard, 3/4 of Bend’s homes have some snow/ice dam damage.  There are many in the same situation that I’m in.

Most of you asked about my next move.  I did put money down on a small house in Bend’s east side that I was pretty excited about – was being the operative word in this case.  I’m not sure now.  There’s one training certificate related to my pending loan that needs a signature – which has been refused.  The only thing I can do is keep the faith and know things will all work out for everyone’s very best.

What was, isn’t any more:

Several evenings ago the sky was red with flashing lights from emergency vehicles.  The home two houses up from me was on fire and flames rising high into the sky.  The damages to the home are sizable but repairable.  Then “bam,” the house next to the burned house had a major explosion resulting in, apparent, substantial damage. What happened to Skyline Dr. and its back-road quietude?  I feel deeply for the neighbors and their losses.  This week has made up for many years of relatively uneventful living in the mountains.

Even though as I write it’s cold, snowing, and blowing like crazy, I’m imagining warmth and some comfort ahead. My love to all.

The first this spring.
Late Summer

A “Hole in the Floor Gang” Rides Again

It is with great sadness that I leave my home and neighbors of 18 years.  Kelly, a great friend who was one of the first to live up here, assured me that once a Skyliner, always a Skyliner.   This is comforting. Nevertheless the insurance company declared the house uninhabitable, and I needed to move – three weeks early. The kitchen is gone and the missing floor is open to the outside.  It is cold both inside and out.  Not quite Dr. Zivago, but close.

Seems not so long ago contractors were all over this house creating a lovely space for us to be.  Looks like it’s happening all over again, and I know it will return to its good times and wooded beauty.  A young couple with a four month old baby will be the new owners.  They love the house and the area, so welcome and thanks for your patience.

I’m posting images of the damage to remember that I needed to go.

Hole in the floor where the sink, dishwasher, and the like once were.
Hole in the floor where the sink, dishwasher, and the like once were.             
Same hole.
Same hole.
Fans about to begin their 6 day job of drying floors and walls.
Fans about to begin their 6 day job of drying floors and walls.
Hall into the garage.  Those machines were so loud...but they did the trick.
Hall into the garage. Those machines were so loud…but they did the trick.

 

Farewell to the living room.
Farewell to the living room.
Goodbye to the beautiful dinning room.
Goodbye to the beautiful dinning room.
The Sunroom didn't miss out on the action.
The Sunroom didn’t miss out on the action.

 

 

 

 

 

Hidden Lake
Hidden Lake

As if there’s not enough snow, I keep painting mountains.  If I could paint today I’d go for a cheerful floral design.  Spring is just around the corner, around the next snow storm.  What a time to be moving!

It’s been awhile since I actually painted.  The water damage to the house is quite extensive. Flooring has lifted and is warping in several areas, and the hot water heater is gushing hot water.  Apparently the dishwasher froze and is leaking.  The kitchen floor is maple salvaged from the Old Pilot Butte Inn’s dinning room, and it will have to be removed.  Today the plumber is coming to deal with the gurgling hot water heater, and Service Master will show up sometime this afternoon.  I’m waiting to see when I have to evacuate to make room for the reconstruction.  March 8th is the closing date on the house, and I thought that was pushing it.  Maybe this week?  Oh, I hope not.  I’m tired, but what can I expect?  I’m a little old to be tackling this single handedly.  One step at a time.

I’m so grateful to my friends and family who are offering assistance and hope.  Along those lines, I want to thank so many of you for your good birthday wishes.  Terry, Hans, and Flora took me out to lunch on Sunday.  It was so fun.  My family is a delight, and I appreciate them immensely.  Hans and Flora are off to China Thursday.  Terry and Renee will head to Canadian Rockies for 10 days of powder skiing on that same day.  I wish them well being and safe keeping.  Wish I was going with them.  Plumber’s at the door.  Blessings and Love.