Ghost Towns & Pioneer Graves: Oregon’s Grassland Roots

In the city we drink eclectic cocktails on barnwood tables, nosh our locally harvested aperitif. Out here, the barn wood supports a livelihood. The solitary farmer is a 16 hour dust cloud. Around him are ghostly carcasses, lost homesteads. Century old dreams lay baked in the desert sun. They are but apparitions in a literal ghost town.

Deschutes River Trail: Sunriver to Benham Falls

This week I’ve decided to chop my way through the Deschutes River Trail from start to finish. Previously, I’ve had the luxury of completing the journey in a day with a shuttle at the end. Now that school is in session and my time is limited, I’m going to have to break the trip up over…

The Billy Quinn Gravesite

Coldy-Hot Days, my daughter calls them; the crisp caramel colored mornings that bleed into bright blue 80 degree afternoons. She treks out to school in a summer dress and winter coat, beanie, gloves and Chacos. She is only 6 and yet she understands the secret to mountain comfort, layers. I am so proud. I am…

Congleton Hollow: Rock Collection

At the center of Oregon there are MEATLOAF SANDWICHES! Don’t believe me? Drive out to Post (the geographical MIDDLE of the state) and see for yourself. Don’t drive too fast or you’ll miss the painted wooden sign that adverts home-made beefy comfort food. This is cow country, there isn’t much else out here. Just desert Juniper,…

Aspen Wildlife Sanctuary: Walking The Sunriver Labyrinth

My Family and I have been monitoring a little tree through our kitchen window. We watched it sprout neon lime buds in April and develop into a verduous green by July. As school began the leaves slowly paled into a golden yellow. This Saturday we fried breakfast and remarked on the leaves latest shade, crimson. This morning every…

Kapka Butte

It snowed in the mountains last week. I had great plans to hike Tumalo Mountain early in the morning and see the snow but it just didn’t happen. The early cascade storm prompted the busy squirrel in me and my one free day was spent winterizing my shop and property. By my next available day…

Paulina Peak Hike

I like conquering peaks. The more vistas I’ve visited by foot the better I know the land around me. This gives me a sense of place, a deeper understanding of my home. That and I crave delicious hits of ecstasy inducing, opioid-receptor pushing endorphins! I’m only human after all, I like to feel good. In…

Old Route 242

WATERFALLS! A lava rock observatory, pioneer grave, and more delight along Old Route 242, a portion of The Mckenzie Pass Highway. This 36 mile stretch of scenic byway is a twisted good time, a curvy ascent into Oregon eye candy pleasure land.  On September 1st my Husband and I set out in search of Fall colors,…

Devil’s Chair Pictographs & Todd Lake

 Wednesday I awoke, it was cold and the heater had turned on, it whirred and clicked. It whirred again. Something was different. Where was the Robin that so irritatingly called me awake at 5am? The room was stuffy, I’d shut the window sometime before dawn. Little wet blobs clung to the glass, was that rain? The forest…