Pandemic Diary — July 26 to August 1, 2021

Monday, July 26     Deaths  2,838 (+2)  New cases 993  (#‘s include Sat/Sun)

M’s turn for the dentist. Bleh. 

Tuesday, July 27   Deaths  2,643 (+5)   New cases 1,032

We went to Eugene to meet our friend S for lunch. Another “first” since the Pandemic. We enjoyed her company as usual. We went for a walk in her neighborhood and had a look at the University of Oregon’s newly rebuilt Hayward Field, which hosted the recent USA Olympic Track and Field trials. Phil Knight and other donors have created a number of high end sports and recreation facilities at the U of O, including new stadiums for both men’s baseball and women’s softball as well as the Hayward Field improvements and a new student fitness center. They are all quite nice-looking as such things go, all vaguely futuristic with rather elegant artistic embellishments. Money, money, money. We had lunch at a fine little bistro just a few blocks from S’s house.

Wednesday, July 28   Deaths  2,849 (+6)   New cases 804

We finally saw Hamilton, courtesy of H, who has Disney+. M dropped out after the first two hours, but E was more positive. Not only did she watch till the end, she hardly slept at all.  

Thursday, July 29   Deaths  2,855 (+6)   New cases 1,026

The continued hot weather makes us a bit lethargic. But for these lilies, now is the time!

Friday, July 30   Deaths  2,858 (+3)   New cases 1,076

A short rain shower just after sunrise this morning. E woke M up to see it. We went out into the yard just after the rain had stopped and enjoyed the cool, fresh smell. 

Saturday, July 31 

Here’s another month gone, so it’s time to make another COVID curve chart. As you see, the Oregon death rate fell a little in July, reaching its lowest level since June of 2020. 

The bad news is that the first half of the month was better than the second half. And in the past five days both new cases and positive test numbers have risen dramatically. Given that increases in the death rate generally lag a week or two behind increases in new case numbers, we could see some worse news in August.

Meanwhile our lives rumble along. E made a trip to the humane society thrift store. She took an old, old lamp and a new old backpacking pack. The staffer who received them was enthusiastic about them both. The lamp, she said, was “really cute” and the backpack would be “a real moneymaker.”

We’ve started watching a Spanish Netflix series called The Cook of Castamar, which is set in Madrid in 1720. The heroine is an agoraphobic young woman who, somewhat improbably, lands a position as head cook in a ducal palace. Political intrigue and sexual hijinks swirl around her, but she retains her good sense and her innocence, at least so far. She’s falling for the Duke, of course, and he is falling for her, with both of them being quite aware that there’s no way this can work. 

Sunday, August 1  

The weather continues hot with a high of around 95. E went for a walk in the OSU forest in the morning and then did a bunch of sorting and pre-packing for our trip to Lake George. M went off in the truck for another adventure in the mountains. His plan was to make another attempt at the route where he was frustrated by snow just a month ago. This time all was well, at least at the beginning. He went up Canyon Creek Road and continued onward and upward, stopping here and there to note items of interest.

M followed Road 2022 up to where it ends in a T-junction with road 1509. He turned right (west) and continued upward. This was more or less familiar, but not for long. When the road began to descend, he realized he had unknowingly passed the place that had once been blocked by snow. It was a long and windy way down, but eventually he reached pavement near Blue River Reservoir and stopped for lunch on the banks of the Blue River. The water level in the Blue was pretty low but it was still pretty in the sunshine. There was a bit of a breeze blowing upstream. 

From there M could have followed the pavement down to Highway 36, taken 36 to Springfield, and then taken I-5 home–a peaceful but boring two-hour trip. If he had done that, we could end this blog entry right here and move on with our lives. But of course he did not do that. Because…there was…a shortcut. If he left the pavement and headed back up into the mountains to the west on Road 1510, he would eventually go up and over and down into the Calapooia drainage. He could take the Callapooia River Road back to civilization and get home that way. It would be faster and a lot more fun. Okay!

Road 1510 turned out to be pretty nice. For a while, it ran along the top of a ridge with vertiginous drop-offs on either side. 

So Road 1510 was scenic and a bit arduous, but it led M onto the upper reaches of Calapooia River Road, which promised a few miles of straight, smooth gravel that would change to pavement somewhere near the town of Holley. He knew that, because he’d been on Calapooia River Road before. Oh boy! 

Happily M drove along, relieved to be out of the woods (so to speak) and eager to be going home. As it happened, that was too good to be true. All too soon he came upon a sturdy steel gate barring his way. A notice informed him that the next portion of the Calipooia River road had been closed by the U.S. Forest Service. Closed? Closed!? Why? Complete USFS incompetence, of course. Didn’t they know how important it was for M to use this road? But never mind that, what to do now? It was bad. Was M going to have to backtrack for miles and miles on Road 1510, going up what he had just come down and then down what he had just come up? He’d end up going home via Springfield after all. Here he was, just an hour from home, but looking at two and a half hours to get there. Argh! In the end he found an alternative escape route. It involved going in the wrong direction for way too many miles, but it got him home in just two hours. He was in the driveway by five, his day’s work done.