Meandering on the Way — May 15 to 21, 2023

Monday, May 15

We had H and T over for dinner today to help celebrate H’s birthday. About a week ago E had offered to either take H out to a restaurant of her choice or to make a paella. Paella was chosen, so E has been preparing to produce one along with a few accompaniments. But to promise someone paella, you really should have paella rice, which is not easy to find in Corvallis. It’s easier to go on-line. Fortunately we had recently put in an order to La Tienda, a place in Williamsburg, South Carolina that specializes in imported Spanish food and cooking utensils. Being half vegetarian, we passed on their Ibérico style hams, of which they have a good selection and for which they charge between 50 and 100 dollars per pound. Instead, we got rice, anchovy stuffed olives, and a much too small box of eight Rabitos Royale. These last are bonbons made with figs and dark chocolate.

We started off with some locally procured lomo and manchego, continued on into the paella and salad, and then had a little ice cream before finishing with four of the bonbons, which turned out to be awfully good. Shoulda ordered more of those things.

Tuesday, May 16

We were busy with chores and appointments, but also managed to notice that the weather is warm and spring has sprung. The back yard is bursting with iris and peonies.

Did we mention appointments? As, for example, a dental appointment? At a dentist’s office the used to offer free cupcakes but stopped doing so when the pandemic started? Well, E was overjoyed to find this definitive marker that the pandemic is over!

Wednesday, May 17

We spent the morning packing up for a little camping trip into the Cascades. We left at about 1:00 and got up to Trout Creek campground just after 2:00. It’s a place we’ve passed by dozens of times without ever thinking to camp there. Too close to the Valley, with an altitude just 1,000 feet higher than our house in town. At this time of year we thought it should be good because spring would be well along there, unlike the higher places where the snow lingers into June.

We camped next to the South Santiam at campground site # 13, which–on the plus side–has its own rocky beach and a little seasonal waterfall just across the river. These days the river is running high and fast.

Thursday, May 18

Our main project for the day was to see if we could get to Gordon Lakes, a charming spot up high on the south slope of the canyon. The two lakes are about 200 yards apart and the northernmost lake is maybe 50 feet higher than the southern one, which makes for a lovely tumbling stream that links the two, the outlet of one and the inlet of the other. The lakes weren’t far away from our campground, probably less that ten miles away as the crow flies. They were also 2,000 feet higher than our camp and we’d had a fairly heavy snow year. So yes, getting there was going to be an iffy proposition. But with the temperatures in the 80’s and lots of sunshine, it was easy to imagine we might make it. We drove up the highway to House Rock, turned off on Forest Road 2044, and headed steeply upward. We found the unsigned turn on the nameless road that leads to Gordon Lakes. But already we were seeing bits of snow in the shady spots–first little bits and then not so little bits.

After walking about a mile and a half up the mostly snow covered road, we decided we had had enough. A disappointing result but not a disaster. It was nice up there and we managed to find a dry spot to sit down to lunch.

Even without being kicked, this snow is in trouble; it’s melting fast. At one point, about a mile from the truck, we found an almost clear area of road. We named it Four Rivers.

By mid-afternoon we were back in the campground. Here E finds a way to unwind by the river.

Friday, May 19

We were awakened at 5:30(!) by a noisy Stellar’s jay, who seemed to be just outside the window of our old “Hobbitat” model REI tent. The Stellars are considerably handsomer than the Western scrub-jays that we see in our yard, but their vulgar behavior seems similar. Despite the bird’s best efforts, we did not get up at that time. It was around 7:30 when we made a multifaceted breakfast of cafe mocha, instant oatmeal, yogurt, trail mix, orange juice, fruit and a Clif bar. After that, we started packing up.

Once packed, we started up the truck and headed back out to the highway. Before turning west toward home, we made a brief stop just across the road at the start of the Walton Ranch Interpretive Trail. That turned out to be an easy quarter mile zigzag up the north slope of the canyon. At the end of the trail there is a viewing platform from which you can get a look at the site of an old ranch on the south side of the river. The information at the viewing platform says that the ranch house was a popular stop in the 1890’s when the Santiam Wagon Road crossed through the area. The sign also says that “European-Americans first settled the area in the 1980’s.” We’re pretty sure one of those dates is wrong. The ranch house and barn are mostly gone and the area is now managed as elk habitat.

On our way back home, we had to pass through the town of Lebanon, Oregon, which is home to Hazella, a Scandinavian bakery that we had never visited before. We picked up a few treats for the weekend.

Saturday, May 20

We don’t know what possessed us, but somehow we found ourselves at Shonnard’s, buying more plants. Now we’ll have to find time to get them into the ground. As if we didn’t have enough to do harvesting our suddenly productive asparagus patch. When did M plant asparagus? It was so long ago we don’t remember. Probably about two years ago. And now suddenly here they are, We don’t have too many spears, but enough for us to notice that when they decide to pop up, it doesn’t take them long. We’d swear they grow several inches an hour. Keeps you on your toes.

Sunday, May 21

Our friend J had shoulder replacement surgery on Friday and is recovering at home. She has caregivers coming in shifts to watch over her for the first few days. E had a shift today and another tomorrow. So far J is doing well. M worked in the yard and planted four Yukon Red seed potatoes and two sweet peppers. As far food crops go, that will be it for this year. We admire gardeners who are able to produce great quantities of wholesome veggies ten months of the year, but we know that we are not they.