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Wednesday June 10, 2015 DAY 97 ON MY WAY NORTH

This is a fifteen minute blog or it won’t get done.  I am packed up with rows of paraphernalia all lined up ready to be loaded.  Wanted to write this before I put my computer in the car.  If you read yesterday’s blog you will know part of what my day was.  I spent over 4 hours having my new car tires put on with alignment and oil change.  Then another hour or so hunting for the Shutterbug to buy more photo cards for my camera.  Downtown Portland is for the birds.  It couldn’t have been planned worse for the car user.  Dave told me that it was planned to make it miserable for drivers so they would use their public transit system.  I hope I never  have to drive in down two Portland again.  And I have driven is some of our largest cities in the U.S. and none were as poorly planned as that one.  Well, I guess they met their planning goal.

After the driving nightmare I followed Bossy’s instruction to take me to where Charlene and Larry were.  They were watching their three triplet granddaughters, Parker Rose, Payton Brook, and Presley James.  All three beautiful little babies born 1 month early in January and now all thriving and growing.  I will include a few pictures for you with the parent’s permission.  The babies father is Larry’s son.  I even fed one a bottle and a partial bottle to another.

The rest of my day was getting back to Charlene’s which took almost two hours due to rush hour cars and organizing for my pack-up.  For those who I have stayed with for several days can remember the routine.  Had a good nighs sleep and I still  haven’t done the zip line.  Decided to do it after I pack so all is done and I can leave.  I have about a three hour drive to Kenmore Washington where I will be staying the night with a friend of Charlene’s.

Today is my daughter’s birthday.  Oh how I wish I could reminisce with you about that day “long ago”.  Sorry daughter, it has been a long time.  Our daughter is our adventure.  I love you baby girl!  Always a baby in my heart.  More about  you later!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAUGHTER!

Must go as I have lots to do.

Exactly 15 minutes.

 

Monday June 8 2015 Day 96 I’M STILL ALIVE

Okay guys!  I’m still alive.  I haven’t yet gone on the zip line so that is one cause.  That is now planned for tomorrow morning before I leave Larry and Charlene’s.  That is a must for me.

I had another strawberry picking morning.  It is so awesome to be able to get out in the warm sun, this time with cooler clothes on than a fuzzy house robe and do something useful.  The strawberries desperately needed picking.  I picked two large containers almost full.  See pictures below this blog.  When I take pictures during the day I have no way to post them at the house.  When we get into a service area I just load the photos so they will be there when I am ready to post the blog.  So the photos are in order as to time sequence as to when they were taken.

Back to the strawberries.  “There is just something  special about eating what you have planted and tended and cared for”, as quoted by Charlene.  Well, for me there is something special about just being given the opportunity to pick something right out of her garden or anyone’s garden and eating it so fresh.  Totally organic, so I could just spray it off in the garden and take that first big juicy bite and then the second and third and so on…Oh my they are so delicious warmed by the son, firm and bright red.  And, I get to eat them on my yogurt and bran in the mornings.  it has been so wonderful to taste the freshness of the berries and other produce from here and from other places.  I had avocados from Lisa and Bill’s place, oranges from Betts’ daughter’s backyard tree, lemons from Paulette’s tree, blueberries from Daneece’s bushes, and now strawberries and sweet peas from Charlene’s bounty.  I hope I am not forgetting any other homegrown treats.  Remember, I have been on the road for several months now and it is getting more difficult to recall all that has happened in so many days.  Oh, how I have loved these days.

After strawberry picking I readied myself for the day ahead.  While I was outside Charlene was inside preparing a feast for a king’s lunch.  We three were the kings.  Now this lunch would probably not be considered a feast for all you hamburger beef eaters out there.  Here is what she packed.  Delectable bits of cheeses, two kinds of olives, walnuts, almonds, three kinds of crackers, honey crisp apples, fresh cherries picked the day before, hummus, broccoli, carrots, baby cucumbers, and turkey slices.  I had some of everything except the turkey slices.  Yum…yum…  I know my husband would just LOVE THIS!!!  NOT!  Well, maybe the turkey slices.  (I miss you Dave)!  We sat out under the tall trees, listening to waterfalls in the distance.  We were at some sort of picnic turnout in a national forest.  It is necessary to have a permit for any stop you make in the public areas.  You either pay by the year and show you tags hanging in your car or you go to the nearest self serve box and deposit your $5.00 daily user fee in the box.  Well, Charlene and Larry never know which tag to display so they just put them all out.  The day we climbed Beacon Rock was FREE DAY and I didn’t have to pay.

Before we had lunch we drove a ways and stopped at a lookout to see Mt. St. Helen.  The side we could see was not the side that blew out in 1980.  It is so sad to see the mountain so deplete of snow this early in the year.  These snow capped mountains are a huge part of the water source that feeds the Columbia River.  I mentioned the dry riverbed that I saw the day before that was fed from Mt. Hood.  All those dried up water ways will eventually deplete the waterways on further down in the state of Oregon and Washington.  There are a few trees I noticed that are dried up and dead due to lack of water.  Usually those are on slopes facing the afternoon’s hot sun.  It is nothing like it was in Yosemite where there were full mountainsides of brown dried up dead trees.  Please check out the photos of Mt. St. Helen if you can find where they are with my mistakes in posting.  Sorry about making you hunt and peck for them.  That’s what I get for being in a hurry.  I am trying so hard to practice retirement to not live in the fast lane but it is a difficult lesson to learn.  I hope I was able to get some nice ones on my camera because I took my life in my hands and climbed over the lookout wall and went down the hill a bit (a pretty safe grade) and took the photos with flowers in the foreground.  I think it made for a more interesting photo.  So that’s another reason why I am still alive, I lived to climb back over the wall, didn’t get caught, arrested, or fined.

While at the lookout site I almost had the opportunity to get a ride on a motorcycle.  A beautiful RED motorcycle!  But…alas the driver did not have his rear seat attached.  Three bikers drove up beside us and of course conversation ensued.  When I asked if he would take me for a ride he said sure.  That was Steve #1 (the big guy).  He was with Nancy and Steve #2.  We had a delightful conversation and I asked for their wisdom.  Steve #1 said:  “Live your life to the fullest.”  Steve #2 said:  “You only go around once so do what you want to do.”  I think I am paraphrasing that a bit. Nancy said something that I really liked when she said it and now I can’t remember what she said.  I forgot to take notes on my phone.  I sometimes forget that I have that feature.  I’m still getting used to this technology stuff. Well, at lease I had a picture taken on the RED HARLEY! (I think it was a Harley).  It was big and beautiful.  Oh how I would have loved to take a spin on it.  Nancy was going to loan me her helmet.  Okay Dave, you can quit shaking your head now.  I didn’t go! But I might of!

After the Mt. St. Helen interlude we then drove to the location I described above and then ate lunch.  After lunch we hiked down to see the lower falls in an area that has three falls, lower, middle and upper. We were above the falls so did not have great opportunity for photographic views.  I took more videos than photos but I don’t know how to upload a video on my blog.  We hiked back up to the road (everything here is either up or down when you are walking) and took off for the middle falls.  We parked in a little turnoff and hiked down to the middle falls.  We almost didn’t get to go because about half way down it was cordoned off with bright pink ribbon tape that said it was closed and we had to turn around.  Well, Charlene’s husband is fearless, (and when I say that I am a believer that it is LITERAL) he stepped over the boundary checked it out and in a little while returned and said we could make it.  Hmm…  It was definite that Charlene should not go down the hiking trail due to the fact that she needs a new hip replacement.  Well, guess who went?  You got it!  I stepped over the tape, looked around in the eerie solitude of the vast shadowy  forest to make certain we weren’t on surveillance camera.   Not only were not on surveillance camera, there wasn’t another soul around anywhere.  I felt better that Charlene was staying where the tape was so if we didn’t come back maybe she could Med Flight us out.  Larry and I went down, down, down and when I looked up he was nowhere in sight.  He was gone!  Then I hear this plaintive yell above the din of the waterfall noise.  He was calling my name “Wanda”, (oh yeah, that’s me I thought in this Kathleen persona).  I could barely hear him but I could not see him.  Then, through the trees I could see movement and low and behold he was walking IN the water.  It looked like he was walking ON the water because he was on a ledge of rock that  protruded out from where the waterfall fell from above us.  Oh my it was so beautiful!  So…So…BEAUTIFUL!  It was worth breaking the law.  (Don’t tell my son the Policeman I said that).  I did figure out why it was taped off as I traversed down the 2 to maybe 3 foot wide path with drop offs literally one step away.  The mountain was seeping snow melt runoff due to the hot weather and the 45 degree decline was slick with mud.  I found my purchase and traversed those areas without falling.  Oh man, not only did I have to go down, I had to get back up.  Would I do it again?  MAYBE!  Well if I answer truthfully it would be a definite YES!  It was worth it.  Now that is another reason I am still alive.  I didn’t have to be Med Flighted out.  I think maybe Larry is being a bad influence on me.

We decided we would not hike the next 3/4 of a mile to the upper falls.   We’re not talking about a little walk in the park here.  These slopes are SLOPES!  Up and down.  I absolutely loved it.  I think all my stair climbing exercise between classes in Redding readied my calf muscles for these hikes as well as climbing to the top of Beacon Rock.  If I lived here I would become a hiker.  It is so amazing to be in such pristine nature, isolated, quiet (between waterfalls that is), without much to carry, just enjoying nature at its fullest.  I never knew hiking could be so exhilarating.  The best part of the day was that I didn’t get killed on a motor bike, I didn’t die on a zip line, I didn’t get arrested for climbing the wall and I didn’t tumble down the mountain side, and I didn’t get arrested for stepping over the pink barrier, nor slide down the muddy pathway.  Thank you God that I survived the day!

This blog has been written in its entirety at the Kia Dealership in Oregon as I waited for four new tires, an alignment and an oil change.  I am in the waiting room while customers come and go, each watching a bit of TV and me here just typing away.  My elbow neighbor Charlie sitting beside me took a picture of me sitting here typing so I could put it on the blog.  He has been been here longer than I have.  I asked him for his world wisdom for the moment.  Here is his reply: “Why are we as a nation getting involved with a war in the middle east that has been going on for thousands of years.  They are going to continue fighting and fighting until there is no one left to fight.  We should get out of there and let them do what they are going to do.  All they are going to do is kill our troops while we are there.”   Charlie was watching the news on CNN as he waited here these few hours.  I have been here since 9:00 a.m. and it is now 12:12 p.m.  Charlie is gone now, another person in this world that I will probably never see again but delightful to talk with.  I have been so fortunate to have come across so many interesting and “real” people.  I have enjoyed every encounter.  Kim  who works here also gave me one piece of advice:  “Enjoy the moment.”  I like that!

Well my yesterday tale is almost over.  After we escaped the perils of being arrested for crossing the barrier we hiked up to the highway and walked down the middle of the winding road.  See picture somewhere in this blog. And we headed “home”.  Oops, I mean we headed out to Pizza Time at the Backwoods.  Literally, the Backwoods.  We entered from the back of a building, the tables were outside in the cool of the evening and we looked at blank Angus bulls peering over the fence at us as we ate.  The mountains surrounded us sort of like a mother hen, drawing us close with a feeling of being safe.  And the pizza was interesting and delicious.  It was sweet with a real kick.  We had Thai Shrimp Pizza.  Hey, if I am going to try octopus, Thai Shrimp doesn’t scare me.  It was really hot thought!  And for me to say that you know it was HOT.  As I ate it I realized it was really the hottest when I had a big bite of jalapeno pepper  in the bite.  It was a good hot.

Went home and went to bed and up this morning at 5:43 a.m.   I arrived here at the dealership at 9:00 a.m. Charlene and Larry are a bit off the beaten path.  When I was with my cousin Joyce she encouraged (demanded) me to get my GPS out and learn how to use it.  Up to that point I had been using either map quest printouts or my new Iphone.  Well, I followed her suggestion, mainly because she got it charged and working for me, and it is a good thing.  In some of these places I’ve been (on the very day I left her place) I have been out of service areas.  My phone would not even pick up any kind of signal.  It was my GPS that delivered me safely to all my destinations.  I have thanked Joyce over and over in my heart since then.  NowI say it in print for the world to see.  Thank you cousin Joyce.  You saved my lost self.  I have been able to get to each destination, clearly and safely due to your lessons.  By the way Joyce, I miss you a lot!  Tell Daneece hello for me!  Joyce, I finally found the perfect cherry!

Love to all of you…

 

Thursday June 4 2015 DAY 92 BROTHER COATS

It is Friday morning June 5, 2015 and I am now writing yesterday’s blog a bit late.

TWO NOTES

1.  I actually finally finished Wednesday’s blog.

2.  I think it is worth reading in full, especially the poem that I just wrote (again on the computer which is new for me).

That’s it.  Just wanted you to know I actually filled in the blank pieces.

Now to yesterday, day 92.  Charlene, my friend from my youth (we’ve known each other since diaper days) and her husband Larry have so graciously offered me a beautiful place to stay.  I arrived on Wednesday evening and plan to leave on Wednesday of next week.  She has prepared her entire lower level for me.  In consists of one large bedroom, one bathroom, a large family room with a panoramic view of the outdoors, a small library, a closed door that leads to another bedroom which is out of service and access to her garage, which makes packing and unpacking my car quite convenient.  She is supplying beautiful instrumental music that floats down through the glass encased stairway above to my level here below.  My lower level has three access for to the outside.  And oh my, what an outdoors.  I set myself up in a beautiful spot on one of her patios.  Brought my computer and book bag and journals out and sat down to enjoy the flights of the hummingbirds feeding in front of me and turned on my computer to write.  The temperature is perfect this morning.  Not too cold and not yet the 91 degrees that is forecast for this day.  And here I planned to sit until all my blogging was finished (or until I got hungry again).  But…the best laid plans do not always work.  I found that WiFi does not reach to the back yard.  So I am here on their comfy couch, with my feet propped on a pillow on top of the coffee table, back to the view, typing this blog with WiFi.  I can hear the birds through the  open walkout sliding door, the music drifting lazily downstairs, bugs hitting the glass behind me, and the ringing in my ears.   I just but turn my head and I can see through my bedroom window, the side door and over my shoulder in my peripheral view all the beauty that surrounds me waiting patiently for my gaze.  I think God created this entire mountain and all its surroundings just for me, just for this moment, this hour, this week.  Here I am out of all the places in the world I could be.  And with God’s help, I made it happen.  I made it happen by living my life as I imagined it.  I imagined, and then believed, and then put into motion something no one else could do for me.  I made it happen.  I got up one morning, packed my car, and headed out on the road on a journey of a lifetime, the one I had imagined, and I did it am still doing it.  I am here because I imagined it was possible.

I have listed to a lot of wisdom from those on the road, some friends, some acquaintances, some strangers.  And I have heard their words  resounding in my head over and over.  Some more than others.  But I have heard their words.  Not just listened with my ears, but heard and received in my heart.  Is all of it right for me?  Perhaps not, but that is for me to ponder and pray about and decide.  It is for me to make the changes I want to see in my own life.  And every word, every experience has some sort of influence.  I am seeing for the first time what it means to live each moment unto itself, to filter out that which is good and which is not good, to take with me the truths that will define me and make me stronger, to throw out that which could harm me or cause me to doubt.  I have given thought to what I speak.  And I have learned that I need to given even more thought to what I speak BEFORE I SPEAK IT. Have I learned every lesson yet, no, not by a long shot.  I still talk too much and wish I had been created with a quieter, gentler demeanor.  But I am who I am and God is teaching me to accept myself in the way and purpose for which he has created.  He has put in me a bold heart.  He has put in me a compassionate heart.  Those are my two greatest assets.  He is opening my eyes to who I am in His kingdom of creation.  I am  His child, loved beyond understanding, created to love and show compassion to others,  created to be bold and to reach out and pray for those that He directs me to pray for.  And He gave me a great commission to do even more.

Mathew 28:18-20 says:

18 And Jesus came and spoke to them (His disciples), saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. 19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Amen.

And I ask myself, do I have the boldness to do just that?  And am I really to go “to all the nations”?  I may not be able to go to other countries, but I am able to go to my neighbor, my friend, those I meet, and share His love.  And God promises to be with me always, even to the end of the age.  And that end for me is eternity.  We’ll all spend eternity somewhere?  Where do you want to spend yours?  You get to choose.

So,  I guess I said all that to say “I am learning”.  I want to say thank you to all who I have stayed with. Each and every one of you have taught me something.  Thank you for the lessons I have learned, the words you have spoken to me in truth and sincerity, the blessings you have bestowed upon me with your gracious hospitality, food and added expenses that made my trip possible.  Every single one of you are invited to come to our home should you ever pass through Wisconsin and need a place to take rest and comfort and food.  Thank you to all those whom I have met on my journey who so willingly and spontaneously contributed your words of wisdom to enhance my learning and my blog.  Thank you for your permission to share your wisdom on my blog.  Thanks to my family for backing me in this extension of my imagination.  My husband and children have been so supportive and loving throughout my trip.  Thanks for the calls.  And special thanks to you who I know are following my blog as faithfully as your busy life may allow.  Even my blogging has been a learning experience.  Special thanks to Len for all the hours he invested in me that I might learn the rudimentary aspects of blogging.  Thanks to to Sarah who also gave me a lesson.  My heart is so full of gratitude to all who have shepherded me along the way.

Now, back to Thursday, Brother Coats day!  A little history on who Brother Coats is.  First of all he is a very special man that has walked this earth.  He is also Charlene’s father and Don’s father (remember Don and Darrelyn). Brother Coats new my family at the first church in El Cerrito California  after my family moved from Arkansas to California.  When they moved to a church closer to home we too moved to the church because it was a lot closer to the projects where we lived.  Charlene had two brothers, Ron and Don.  Her mom was Lois.  Lois became very significant in my life because when I turned 6 years old I graduated to her Sunday School Class at Pinole Assembly of God Church where my mother took me.  I was like a sponge and loved Jesus so much that I just wanted to learn more and more about who he was.  Of course I talked a lot and gave Lois a run for her money.  She was my Sunday School teacher year after year.  It wasn’t until years later when we were talking about it and I told her how fortunate I was to have her for so many years and wondered how that happened.  She told me that she enjoyed having me in her class and each two years I moved up she moved up with me.  Go figure that one out.  Well, it was a compliment to a little girl who often felt lost amongst the 5 girls in her family; a sister  6 years younger, and sisters 6, 7, and 8 years older and one brother who was already married and had kids my younger sister’s age.  Anyway, her comment to me was like a little flower placed within my heart to know that someone had enjoyed who I was.

Well, Brother Coats  was married to Lois.  He didn’t really hold great significance to me when I was a kid.  I knew my parents especially liked him and he was always busy.  Charlene and I weren’t really all that close as we grew up but we liked each other but lived too far apart to have much contact.  But somehow we always seemed to connect.  Over the years I kept in contact with Brother and Sister Coats, went to visit them a few times in California, Portland and Washington and  got to know them from my adult point of view.  I highly respected them and loved them from my child’s heart.  Sister Coats had been a great influence in my formative years of learning about the Lord.  For that I am forever grateful.  Brother Coats I realized was a gifted and talented gentle soul.  He was giving, worked hard and diligently and whatever he did, he did to perfection.  And as far as I know he still does it to perfection.  He may be a little slower, a bit more bent, and not as strong, but in my eyes he is one of the strongest men I have ever know and still know.  Yesterday afternoon and evening we spent our day with Brother Coats.  He lives about an hour away.  He lives alone now because Lois went to be with the Lord in December of this past year.  Her presence was still felt when I entered the Coats’ home.  Beautiful decor, everything so neat and tidy and matching.  Work impeccably done, with Brother Coats’ smiling face, bright eyes, and quick wit greeting me.  He is 89 years old and would have been married 68 years this past January after Lois died in December.

What a wonderful time of memories and stories as we talked and looked at old photo albums.  The spirit of Brother Coats’ heart emanated from his presence.  I could tell that he walks in close communion to our loving Lord.  He is like love personified.  Charlene and Don are blessed to have such a father on this earth.  I was blessed to be with him for this day.  He is extremely alert and communicative and spry in walk and movement.  His life source runs deep and true.  He is truly a blessed man of God.  So much I could tell you but due to time I must end with his words of wisdom.  One sentence he spoke without my asking him if he had any wisdom was this “Never lose the little boy or girl in you”.  I asked him if I could quote him on that.  He said yes, but was quick to point out that he had more wisdom that he would like to share.  Here it is:

“Life is short.

Death is sure.

Sin the cause.

Christ the cure.”

Brother Coats I sure do love you!

After a time of visiting we went to the Country Buffet for dinner.  It was delicious!  Especially the coconut pie!!!!!!  Here is the wisdom Charlene gave me at the buffet table: “Don’t get the old age mentality.  If you think you can’t do something, you can’t”.

We returned to Brother Coats’ home, had another long visit and Charlene wanted me to go through her mom’s clothing to see if there were things I might enjoy having.  Something of the things in her closet I could actually remember her wearing.  It was a time of memories and nostalgia.  There were several nice things that fit me and I accepted them.  I shall think of her when I wear them.  I’ll tell her about it when I get to heave.  I think she would like me to have them.  Thanks for Charlene’s thoughtful gesture in giving them to me.  I also accepted a bag full of books that her mom had on her library shelf.  Most of them books for me to learn from or give away.  Several by Sarah Young to add to those I love to give to others.  I asked Charlene if she minded if I gave them away and she said she is delighted that I wanted to take them and do so.  I felt so blessed when we drove away from that house, Brother Coats standing in the driveway for one last wave, tears streaming down my face know that it was likely my last goodbye on this earth.  I’ll see him too when I get to heaven, and who knows, maybe I’ll get there first.

We had a quick Costco stop, then the trip home, unloading all the groceries and all eating a 9:30 snack and then story time for way too late.  So it was a quiet morning with all of us sleeping in.  A wonderful quiet, tranquil, peaceful, morning.  How blessed I am to be living in this moment.

God bless this day for you!

 

Wednesday June 3, 2015 DAY 91 OREGON GARDENS IN SILVERTON

I forgot to ask my host for the WiFi connection so I can’t connect with the internet.  I do want to do a summary of my day so thought I would just write it on the Word document and upload tomorrow.  I know some of you are early readers so I am sorry that it won’t be available for you.

It was actually a very fun day on the road.  I hope someday to take a trip when time does not matter.  I think that would be even more fun that my current trip.  Time does matter to me because I don’t want to be traveling after dark.  I must plan my driving time accordingly.  Today was one of those days.  I have so much planned to pack into one day and still get to my destination before dark.  Well, I did it!

I actually got up when my alarm clock went off at 6:30.  I was almost ready to leave by 8:00 am as planned but I got busy talking too much and snapping a tripod photo, which means me being included in the photo.  I had not yet taken a photo of Don and Darrelyn with me.  So we did that in the morning and that took a little extra time.  Of course I forgot to take one with my cell phone so I have no photo of them to share.  I actually did take off in the morning but was an hour late.  I enjoyed my stay in Eugene with Don and Darrelyn and their little four legged family members but the road beckoned me.  And oh what a beautiful road!

OREGON IS MAJESTICALLY BEAUTIFUL!  I remember driving through Oregon once before on the interstate freeway system.  I do not remember enjoying it nearly as much as I did today traveling the back roads.  The trees here are so tall that they seem to make a tunnel of the two lane highway as you drive through them.  The first part of my trip was getting from place A, Eugene, to place B, The State Capitol.  Don mentioned the State Capitol being in Salem and I would be going right by there.  I hadn’t been certain I’d have enough time to go there but the closer I got, the more I knew I wanted to see it.  Don said it wasn’t very impressive or much to see.  Well, I told Bossy where to go and she took me there!  I was impressed.  From the first time I looked at the capitol building I was impressed.  I loved the architecture.

THIS IS WHERE I FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH WRITING MY BLOG.

So this is now Thursday morning, writing about my Wednesday.

I spent one hour and 20 minutes exploring the capitol in Salem Washington and enjoyed every moment of it.  Took a few pictures which I will send later as I have no service on my phone to transfer them.  I will not have service for at least a week while I am here except when I leave for visits to other places.  I am on WiFi so hope this will publish.  The pictures won’t be with the right day but I’ll send them when we go into Portland later today.

After I left the capitol I drove to the little town of Silverton Oregon.

And this is where the story will continue.  My morning has already been amazing and I will not go there until I finish yesterday.  Must leave again in a few minutes.  I will finish this later.  To be continued.  I don’t want to lose it so I will publish as is.

Write more later!  12:08 p.m. Thursday June 4.

CONTINUATION OF  WEDNESDAY JUNE 30.

When I left Eugene I purposely wanted to drive the back roads.   After visiting the capitol in Salem Oregon I headed out to the little road that would lead me to Silverton.  What a wonderful little city.  It is one I wouldn’t mind exploring more closely.  I think it would be a great little community to retire in.

The reason I wanted to come to Silverton was because in my Olbrich Garden Book it is listed as a reciprocal garden.  A reciprocal garden is one that will honor my Olbrich Botanical Garden Membership.  When you join Olbrich Gardens you have privileges to go to a great list of other gardens across the U.S. with free admittance and free parking.  I have tried to make it a point to see as many of the gardens as possible.  There are so many gardens I did not get to see.  My pass has saved me quite a bit of money and my guests also have free admittance.  Silverton garden is actually Oregon Gardens.  It was well worth the drive to explore them.  They are amazing and actually quite new as far as gardens go  There is still a lot of land that is being readied for additional plantings.  Oregon gardens are on very hilly terrain which creates amazing aesthetic views of the botanical design and growth.  Again, I wish I could put photos on with this entry but without my phone I cannot do so.

Ultimately I was driving to my next destination with Silverton just being a couple of hour layover to enjoy the gardens.  My hostess gave me free reign to come any time and to even change my mind if I should do so.  Well, I did so.  I was actually going to my car, quite reluctantly, to forward my trip and I just had to call her and cancel plans for the evening.  I turned back around, checked back into the gardens and quickly went to the places I had not yet seen.  It was truly an amazing adventure.

While at the gardens I just had to share one of the most beautiful visual displays with someone else.  I saw two ladies down a path and felt drawn to bring them to my visual paradise.  I noticed they did not have any kind of cameras so I just knew I needed to point out some of the visual aspects.  Besides, I think I just needed to share the beauty with someone else.  They treated me graciously, came with me and agreed that it was spectacular.  I enjoyed our conversation.  I am never lonely as I travel but sometimes I just need to share time and conversation with others.  I asked both ladies what their wisdom for the world is.  CJ’s wisdom is:  “Get heath back; reconnect with friends and family; learn to live going less than 100 miles per hour.”  I think she was referencing after you retire.  Her friend Karen’s wisdom is:  “Don’t wait; learn something new everyday; avoid loud and aggressive people.”  Both ladies were a bit younger than I am but both retired.  

I am actually learning a lot on this trip about being retired.  Several places I’ve stayed are places of those who are now retired.  And every place has its own ideas of what retirement is about.  My cousin’s mantra is “I’ll do it when I want, how I want, IF I want.”  Some just want to hibernate.  Others are desiring to reconnect with past relationships and friends (maybe that is where I am), others live very disciplined and regimented days, others give themselves the freedom to go with the flow and do as opportunity arises.  Some are spontaneous enjoyers of life, others have strict and demanding terms that go with their retirement.  I find that retirement is a really big life change for everyone involved.  So much I could expound on but must go forward with my Wednesday.  It is now Friday morning, and of course I am late with yesterday’s blog and want to catch up on that this morning also.

Back to the gardens.  I finally left and had about a three hour drive left before I reached the Columbia River.  Oh how uneducated I am in so many areas.  I was totally unaware of how huge and important and beautiful the Columbia River is.  Some widths of it appear to be lakes.  The Columbia River has more dams than any other River in the United States.  I have been told that there are 13 total dams.  Below are a few facts copied from the Internet:

Columbia River Facts

  • The Columbia River basin comprises some 260,000 square miles, from its headwaters in British Columbia, Canada, to its mouth at Astoria, Ore., bordering Washington and Oregon.
  • The basin includes parts of seven states, 13 federally recognized Indian reservations, and one Canadian province. Nineteen percent of the watershed is in Washington.
  • The average annual flow for the Columbia River at The Dalles, Oregon is approximately 190,000 cubic feet per second (cfs) (1 cfs = 448.8 gallons per minute).
  • The river’s annual discharge rate fluctuates with precipitation and ranges from 120,000 cfs in a low water year to 260,000 cfs in a high water year.
  • After dams were constructed along the river for flood control and power production, the flow regime of the river changed. Records kept since 1878 show that flows were much higher in the spring and lower in winter before dam construction. In addition, the velocity of the water moving down the river was significantly greater before dam construction began in the 1930s.In 1917, Washington adopted a water code to help manage water allocations from surface water bodies in the state, including the Columbia River.

 

I also looked up some info on the dams.  I counted 14 in the article and then another article seemed to have even more accounted for.  So, I will say that I don’t really know for certain how many dams are on the river but will say that the river is the most impressive river I have ever experienced.  I MAY have a chance to go on a River Cruise.

I arrived to my destination, Carson Washington in a daze of awe and wonder as to what was surrounding me.  The location of the home is in the back hills, a bit from the Columbia River.  My friend’s property is 20 acres and very mountainous.  Not hills.  MOUNTAINS!  A fast flowing, wide creek, Panther Creek, winds it’s way through the property.  When a window or door is open it actually sounds like the distant roar of a waterfall.  The sound is peaceful and lulling, like a song coming from heaven.  I cried as I looked out over the evening light and the thousands of trees I could see from my parallax.  No matter what view I have it is one of trees and trees and more trees.  All kinds of trees, young ones, stately tall elegant old growth trees, just trees and more trees.  Because of the rise and fall of the land the view is astounding.  The house is built with walls filled with glass.  It sets high above the creek’s journey below.  Even a yard such as this must be managed.  Charlene and Larry live here.  Larry manages the  land by using a zip-line to traverse from one mountain side to the next.  I can see the lines hundreds of feet over my head.  A zip-line is high.  He said I could go on it.  I think I will.  Dave has sent me some papers that must be signed for legal documents.  I am waiting to receive them.  His request was that I sign the papers first, get them posted, and THEN go on the zip-line.  So that is what I plan to do.  I get a little flutter inside me when I think about it.  Will I have the courage to do it is the question I ask myself.  I think I would like to do so.  I contemplated going on a zip line over a canyon when I was in Canyon Texas but I was concerned I might cause an injury early in my trip and so wanted to continue on my journey.  I still want to continue on this journey so I will give due consideration and investigation before making the final decision.

More about Charlene and Larry in a later blog.  “They” are keeping me up to late every night so blame it on them that my blogs are not ready on time.

This is goodbye for Wednesday’s blog.  Now I will start on Thursday! (And it is already 11:04 a.m. on Friday).  This has been designated as a day of rest.

Oh, one more thing.  Charlene and Larry are a bad influence on my writing.  I can’t remember when I have gone TWO DAY IN A ROW without writing a poem.  So I shall write one here for Wednesday though the date will be today.  And I can never recapture the true moment of Wednesday.

Memory of a Garden

by Kathleen Martens

Written June 5 2015 in memory of 

Wednesday June 3, 2015 “Oregon Garden”

A misty moment lingers

In the mind from days past.

Emotions of the moment

Are later hard to grasp.

 

But I do remember

The beauty of the day

The stroll through a garden

On a warm summer day.

 

The sun dappling

In reflection pools of light

Upon the water’s surface

Create a gentle sight.

 

The hush of wonder

Floods my heart 

I cling to the moment

That shall not depart.

 

Flowers so delicate

Exquisitely designed

Only the hand of God

Could create so refined.

 

And the majesty of trees

Each standing alone

Adding beauty to the world

That I have never known.

 

How do I grasp

Such beauty so exquisite?

I will simply go again

For another visit.

 

The visit of my memory

That gently stroked a flower

The hours that I lingered

In the garden by the hour.

 

Thank you God for the gifts

Of your magnificent creation

That floods my heart with such peace,

And gives me such elation.