Lots of work in the yard lately–mostly just dealing with leaves and apples and doing a final round of planting. M has also decided to restructure the sad looking raspberry bed and refurbish the compost bins. E went to the nursery and got two new ornamental kale plants, one purple and one white. She planted in a bare spot near our front door, where they added a nice bit of winter color.
Monday, November 13
E looked out this morning to admire her new kale plants. Oh dear, oh dear. Deer. The purple one was beheaded with its torso half consumed. The white one had just been pulled out of the ground.
E has transplanted the remains to the backyard, which has a fence.
Meanwhile, our flame maple has just about flamed out.
Tuesday, November 14
M was really enjoying his berry patch project, so much so that he forgot to go to his eye appointment. Oof! He’s had to reschedule for January.
Wednesday, November 15th
Not much rain today, but lots of mist and low clouds. Cool but not cold. We went for a walk on Road 200 in the OSU Dunn Forest.
A many-trunked maple at the edge of a fir plantation. The firs behind it are unusually tall and skinny.
Here we saw a large maple that looks like it partially fell, perhaps a decade ago. It didn’t quite make it to the ground and stayed alive. Nowadays, it hosts a thriving colony of ferns and its smaller branches are growing straight up and look like trees themselves. .
Thursday, November 16th
At was another crazy day for E, starting out with a sonacardiogram at 7:00 AM, then exercise class at 10:30, followed by lunch with the THEPAJ at a newly opened restaurant called Odd Bird. In the afternoon there was Laughter Yoga via Zoom plus a visit to Leslie the seamstress. In between times, she made herTurkish soup, which involved a trip to the supermarket to procure the needed kale (non-ornamental), onions, and red potatoes.
M worked outside in the morning and finished up his compost bin project. The compost bins came with the house. They were made with 4×6 posts and 2×8(!) side planks. The posts were pressure-treated–probably in the old way with chemicals that aren’t used anymore. For better or worse, they’re going to last for a while longer. M’s been replacing the side planks. They were not treated and have been rotting away, just as they ought to.
Here’s a piece of the old wood…
…and here’s the new look. E has always felt that the compost bins were an eyesore. She is very pleased.
Saturday, November 17th
E has learned that she was exposed to Covid a few days ago. She tested negative this morning but plans to keep testing for a few more days.
Sunday, November 19th
We did desk work this morning, making some plane reservations for a trip in January and, more importantly, dealing with various tasks required by E’s position as Deputy Assistant Gift Coordinator for Santa Enterprises.
In late morning the sun came out and we took a pre-lunch walk up the hill to the Brandis Natural Area. It’s a good year for mushrooms. We saw hundreds of tiny ones in the natural area, many of them growing in the moss on the sides of trees. Then, as we were walking home, we found these large ones next at an apartment complex .
We went up to Vancouver, WA for a formal cake tasting arranged by A.
Out of six cakes, tasters showed greatest enthusiasm for white, chocolate, white chocolate, and red velvet. Banana and pink champagne trailed the field. Among the fillings, marionberry, raspberry and chocolate fudge led the way; the lemon was disappointing.
Tuesday, October 31st
We had quite a number of treat seekers at our house, several dozen all told. It looked like at least one out-of-neighborhood car brought kids to our area, possibly attracted by our neighbor’s display across the street.
Wednesday, November 1st
E grabbed this backyard photo when we had a few minutes of sun.
We put in our flame maple almost exactly three years ago. Back then it was small enough to fit in the back of the car– and its leaves were green.
Thursday, November 2nd
Here’s how E has been showing up for Zoom sessions lately…
Participant in Laughter Yoga class
Sunday, November 5th
This morning the forecast called for a three hour pause in the rain. We took the opportunity to drive down to the Finley Wildlife Reserve and hike the Mill Hill Loop.
The Mill Hill Loop starts in an oak forest…
…and continues into a area that’s mostly fir.
The reserve is bounded on three sides by agricultural land. The light green in the background here is a grass seed field.
By mid-afternoon the rain had returned, but by then we were safe inside.
Monday, November 6th
Grocery shopping and yoga today. (Yoga of the non-laughing kind.) M worked a little on his memoir. He’s writing about college days now. He says that this sort of work has advantages and disadvantages. The good thing is that when he starts writing certain things down he remembers certain other things, some of them quite nice. Also, some of his remembered failures don’t look quite so bad when examined in detail. So that’s fine. On the other hand, to the extent that he gets lost in the past, he misses out on the present. He doesn’t actually wander around bumping into walls, but it’s close…as E has noticed.
We had a hard frost ten days ago, but since then it’s been warmer and wetter. So we still have a few flowers blooming in the rain. Between showers, E goes out back and rescues them..
Our day started with almond croissants and a lazy few hours of checking up on the news of the world. Which was mostly bad, and was especially bad in Ukraine, Israel and Gaza.
Then we did some window washing, which is good for the body and good for the soul–especially if administered in small doses. The weather this week has been beautiful, 75 and sunny, but the forecast says that the good times are soon to end.
We accomplished another chore when we moved the Jaguar out of the garage and into a storage unit. Given the good weather, this pretty much required us to first spend an hour or so driving around the countryside with the top down. Nice. Then we put the car away, which was a little sad. It’s nice having it in the garage even if just to look at as you walk by. On the other hand, with two cars in the garage, there was barely room to do any walking. So today we also celebrated the end of cramped conditions. Now, not only can we stroll around the garage like lord and lady of the manor, we can get in and out of the Ioniq 5 without contortions.
After that, it was time to deal with some of our large oversupply of apples from our tree. M cored some, not enough to make much of a dent in the total inventory, but enough for E to conjure up both a batch of applesauce and a pan of an upstate NY recipe called Barbara’s apple crisp. By then it was getting on toward supper time. We were tempted to just eat up all the apple crisp and call that a meal, but instead we managed to have a little supper first–onion pie and steamed chard. Then we only ate half the apple crisp.
Monday, October 9
Cold and wet today, with a steady rain all morning. We did our grocery shopping and then E went off to attend a sustainability fair at the county library. She heard about how the owners of a local restaurant are trying to build sustainability into all aspects of their operation. Their to-go containers, for example, are returnable and require a deposit. Their supply chain is organized so as to have as few individual deliveries as possible and they avoid using any pre-processed ingredients.
Meanwhile, M went back to the rock store to get more stepping stones for his back yard path project. He finished the first phase of the project last week and now he is ready–in theory–to do the final phase. But will he now run right out there to work in the rain? Maybe not.
In the evening, after another serving of apple crisp, we watched the final installment of the Frida Kahlo documentary on Passport. It was good to get a more fleshed out understanding of her life and work.
Tuesday, October 10
We had an appointment today to get COVID vaccinations at a Walgreen’s. We showed up on time, only to find that in actual fact they had no vaccine. It would have been nice to have been so informed. But then, our friend T told us that the Good Samaritan Hospital pharmacy was giving walk-in COVID vaccinations. So we headed up there. There were a few people ahead of us, but the wait was not overly long and E was able to get her shot. M, however, was refused service and told to return when he could provide sufficient documentation. Apparently having just arrived from Mars, M had not thought it necessary to bring his medicare card.
The strangest thing about the experience though, was the waiting room. The Good Sam pharmacy has only a small waiting area with five chairs and very limited standing room. And since they were serving the normal stream of patients picking up prescriptions as well as the additional stream of vaccination seekers, there were a lot of people in the room for the entire time we were waiting. For those of us whose minds were on COVID, that seemed terribly wrong.
Wednesday, October 11
E has been quite pensive lately. This is natural, as she is approaching a milestone birthday early next year, which gives one pause. She has not shared all her thoughts, but she has mentioned to Andrea that after much serious consideration, she has decided about the cake: a white cake with white frosting and raspberry filling.
Saturday, October 14
M went out driving his truck in the Cascades today, up in the area around Tombstone Pass. First he drove east on U.S. Highway 20 for an hour and a quarter, climbing up over the pass and then down into the dip between passes until he reached a sno-park called Lava Lake. There he turned onto a forest road leading north. The plan was to explore the logging roads in the area, moving generally northwest. He wanted to find a place called the South Pyramid Horse Camp, where he might rest and eat his meagre lunch of Nugo bar, pineapple juice and trail mix. From there he would navigate southwest so as to loop back to highway 20. Then he could go home. It looked fairly simple on the map. (Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha.)The challenge would be the usual one: there would be many, many more roads in the real world than were shown on the map, which meant that GPS, per se, would be of little help. Of course that’s the fun of it…sort of.
This road seemed like it might lead in the general direction of the South Pyramid Horse Camp. But it didn’t. Instead it came to a dead end at the top of the mountain about a mile past this point. Rats. Nice views though.
Maybe the road he’s looking for is down there somewhere? Hmm.
The high places across the way are called the Chimney Peaks. Thanks goodness for clearcuts; otherwise you’d never get to see anything.
And here it is–the South Pyramid Horse Camp. Nice place to find, especially if you found yourself pulling a horse trailer through a thick forest. You could leave your truck and trailer here and ride off into the Middle Santiam Wilderness. The lack of any visible horse poop suggests either a fanatic cleanup crew or very little recent use.
There were several of these modern hitching posts.
After lunch at the horse camp, all M had to do was to navigate about ten miles back to Highway 20. The first eight miles were easy, and then things fell apart. Post mortem analysis showed that he made not one, but two wrong turns. You can see his route by following the penciled in arrows on the map. Start on the right side of the map near Lava Lake at the little white Highway 20 marker. Black arrows show where he went; the red arrow shows where he was supposed to go. Note how well he did finding his way north and then west to the South Pyramid Horse Camp. See how he then headed south, back toward the highway. See how he came quite close. But then, at that remote intersection marked by the circle, it all went wrong. Sigh. He ended up going north(!) and didn’t get out of the forest till he had driven around Moose Mountain and followed Moose Creek Road all the way down to the other Highway 20 marker at the far left of the map. That took more than an hour.
Sunday, October 15
We met up with some friends and went to the Greekfest today, or should we say the Greekfeast? Yes, they have music and dancing, but it’s mostly about food. Greekfest comes every year at about this time and serves as a fundraiser for a local Greek Orthodox congregation. The festival is held in the same hall where E and M’s wedding reception took place some twenty-seven years ago. This year there were eight of us who made the excursion. Our friends J, B, and L came first to our house. From there they got a ride to the church in E’s new electric car. At the church we met up and H and T and proceeded to the business at hand. Our many course meal was served in a big white tent pitched just north of the church hall. After the meal, we all bought Greekfest desserts to take away. The group then reassembled at our house to enjoy their treats along with tiny cups of Greek coffee, (which is not to be confused with Turkish coffee, or is it?) The weather, unexpectedly, turned sunny and warm and we were able to move the party out onto the patio. M made a bit of a bungle serving the coffee, but despite this it was a fine occasion.
Monday, October 16
M finally got his COVID shot, at a Rite-Aid in Lebanon.
Tuesday, October 17
We started preparing for our camping trip. M was feverish and weak from his vaccination.
Wednesday, October 18
M’s fever broke at around 4:00 AM and in the morning he was good to go. While E took her friend Asher for a forest walk, M went shopping for last minute camping supplies: a bundle of firewood and ingredients for s’mores. Also some canned margaritas from the liquor store. Cutwater is our brand; they use real tequila and enough of it. Thus equipped, we packed up the truck and headed over to the coast, stopping at La Rockita in Philomath for lunch. We had reserved a yurt at Tugman State Park south of Reedsport, Oregon. We took our little fridge with us. It ran on 12 volts in the truck on the way over; we plugged it in to the 110 when we got to the yurt. Nice.
Pretty good weather on the coast, mostly sunny skies with the temperature in the 60’s. We got to Tugman around 4:00 and moved into our new home. E was impressed that it bore her initial.
Darkness comes early these days and we had to put the porch light on and use our headlamps to clean up after dinner. We went to bed early, but M woke up just after midnight and went outside. He ended up sitting for a time looking up at the stars and listening for what there was to hear. For one thing, he could hear the traffic on U.S. Highway 101. Vehicles passed by at roughly one minute intervals. Usually, what he heard was not engine noise, but only the whoosh of a large, fast-moving object pushing the air aside as it hurtled on its way. The sound would build gradually as each car approached and then fall away as it passed. You couldn’t call it a natural sound, but it wasn’t all that different from the rushing sound that a brisk wind makes as it pushes its way through the trees. Once in a while some kind of large truck would go by and in that case the sound of buffeted air would be accompanied by something else, either the soft whine of an engine running easily downhill or else the roar of a diesel under load as the semi climbed upward. The latter had a sort of burble to it, almost as if you could hear the rapid sequence of individual explosions in the cylinders.
And in the moments when there was no traffic? Well, the ocean was more than two miles away, but the wind was blowing from that direction. There was always a soft roar of white noise from the crashing of that faraway surf.
Thursday, October 19
After breakfast we drove about fifteen miles up the coast and went for a hike in the area around the mouth of the Siltcoos River.
For the first half hour we walked through the dunes in a blanket of mist. There are miles and miles of dune land here. Some of it is bare sand, but much of it is covered with vegetation, ranging from shrubs and grasses to mature pine forests.
The morning mist burned off pretty quickly. The water at the bottom of this photo is the main channel of the Siltcoos.
Eventually we reached the beach and walked along there for a mile or so.
On the hike back from the beach, refreshments were served.
Back home at the yurt, we had hamburgers for dinner–during daylight–and then made s’mores on the fire in the dark.
Friday, October 20
We got up early this morning and took a pre-breakfast walk to the shore of Eel Lake, which is just a few hundred yards from the Tugman campground.
We’d started out in semi-darkness. By the time we got to the lake the world was noticeably brighter.
There was even some color involved.
By then it was breakfast time for sure, so we got ourselves back to the yurt. Now you might think that we would have eaten some kind of delicious bakery treats to help us start the day. But no, that’s not how we operate. We had oatmeal. Then we threw everything back in the truck and headed for home. An hour later we passed the town of Waldport, home of the Pacific Sourdough Bakery and decided to make a short stop there. Why, you might ask, had we not stopped there on Wednesday on our way down to Tugman State Park? It must have been due to the irresistible lure of our oatmeal.
E took Asher for a walk again today and this time M went along. E has been subbing for one of Asher’s owners who has been out of commission for dog walking. The good news is that said owner* is on the mend and and will be able to return to duty soon.
*Asher himself does not use the word ‘owner’ and instead refers to L as “one of my two very well-behaved human roommates.”
This is Verbascum thapsus, common name Great Mullein. It’s common over most of the world, says Wikipedia, but it ain’t very common around here, says us. How exactly did it get into this OSU forest clearcut?
What with one thing and another, it was 3:30 by the time we got ourselves packed into the truck. We travelled east through the towns of Lebanon and Sweet Home and into the mountains. We were headed for an old CCC campground called Yukwah on the banks of the South Santiam River. It was only an hour away, fortunately, so we had enough to time to set up camp, take a little walk along the river, and then have our dinner before it got too dark. You know it’s fall when it starts to get dark at 7:00 instead of 9:00. We were just washing up as the light got dim.
Saturday, September 16
Today was hiking day, so we could justify a big breakfast: eggs and potatoes with cheese along with sweet peppers from the garden. Very nice. But of course we had forgotten to bring bread, so we couldn’t use E’s old stovetop toaster gizmo. Sigh.
After breakfast we cleaned up the camp so that it wouldn’t look too horrible or too tempting while we were gone. Then we got back in the truck and drove the eighteen or so miles to the trailhead. The last 15 miles were gravel, fairly smooth in most places but also quite steep and always dusty. The route took us up out the South Santiam drainage, over the ridge and down into the Middle Santiam, offering a few nice views along the way.
We didn’t plan on a long hike, just a visit to the Middle Santiam Wilderness, one of our favorites places in the Cascades. From the trailhead the first 300 yards of the trail takes you through an area that was logged long ago but is now thickly forested with mature cedar, hemlock and fir. Only the presence of a few giant stumps reveals that it was once a clearcut.
There were many nurse logs in the area. Hard to say how old this one is. 25 yrs? 10? 5?
Another view of the same log.
After 300 yards, the trail comes to the line where the early 20th Century cutting stopped. From there you walk through living old growth forest with trees so big you can’t tilt your head back far enough to see their tops. At roughly the one mile mark, the trail reaches the river and that’s where the obstacle course part of our day began. First came a steep scramble to get down to the level of the river. Along the way, some satirist had placed a number of giant fallen trees, some demanding to be crawled under and others wanting to be climbed over. Okay, fine. Be that way. Then we got to the river, which is low at this time of year, shallow and only ten or twelve feet across. So you know the drill…change into your stream crossing shoes, tie your boots to your backpack and get ready to cross. We don’t hike with trekking poles, so our preparations also had to include searching around for some sturdy sticks to help us keep our balance in the water. Luckily, other people had already done the same and had kindly left their sticks to be found. Once across, it was time to rest a while till our feet dried. That at least was no hardship.
Then we walked another three quarters of mile along the trail, just to see the many three and four hundred year old trees growing on the steep slopes above the river. Of course one or two old trees had fallen across the trail, causing their own kind of fun. At a Y junction, we took neither road, just turned around, went back down the trail, and recrossed the river. Then we made our way back up one obstacle course and down another till we reached our true destination–the swimming hole.
The swimming hole from above, on the wrong side of the river.
The swimming hole from below. E reports that the water was really cold but invigorating.
The trees nearest the river are deciduous, but they seemed tall as well.
After the swimming it was time to go home. Here’s a little stream we crossed on the way back up to the parking lot.
We’d eaten some lunch up in the wilderness, but by the time we got back to camp we were starting to think about dinner. We weren’t too excited about it though because by then we had realized that some key parts of our delicious dinner had been left behind and were still sitting in our freezer back in Corvallis. Oops. Still, we managed to make a meal out of burgerless buns with all the trimmings. Luckily we had not forgotten to pack dessert.
After dinner we walked again along the river, this time leaving the path for a while and walking just beside the water on a very rocky beach. We heard some birds chattering and fired up the Merlin app, which informed us that we were listening to an American Dipper. We then caught a glimpse of it on the other side of the river: a small, dark colored bird that was hard to make out in the early evening light. We’d never heard this bird’s call before, except that E realized that the American Dipper had been featured on the Bird Note podcast just a few days ago, an odd coincidence. Then, five minutes later, when we came up out of the river bottom and approached the fishing platform, what did we see on the railing?
We think we’re beginning to understand how the Dipper got its name.
Sunday, September 17
The previous evening E said she wanted to get up in the night and go out and see the stars and that M should wake her. You bet, said M. Along about 3:00 AM, he gave it a try. “Time to get out and look at the stars,” said he. After a short pause, E answered, saying “Uh-uh. I just finished telling John to stop painting the floor green.” M could not argue with that and so did not persist. It was maybe just as well, since it was getting a little cold out at that point, low forties or worse. And there were too many tall trees blocking out the stars anyway.
In the morning we had a non-hiking day breakfast of E’s secret granola blend topped with yogurt and a homemade concoction of partially cooked fresh strawberries. Pretty good. Then it was time to pack up and head back home. Today was the final day of the season for Yukwah campground, so we were the last campers of the year at site #8.
We would have liked to move the table farther in, putting it closer to the grill and farther away from the road. But it was massive! Must have weighed hundreds of pounds. It was also old. It’s been a while since people made tabletops from 3’x10″ planks.
Monday, September 18
Did we sleep better last night than we had the two previous nights? Uh…yeah.
Once we got out of bed, we decided to go over to Albany and buy some vintage coffee cups that E has had her eye on. And while we were in town, we went over to WalMart where there is an Electrify America charging station. This would be the first time for us to charge the car anywhere except at home. We found an open 350v charger and after some stumbling about, we figured out how to make it work. We charged the Ioniq’s battery from 24% to 87% of its capacity in just 17 minutes, which is about a minute faster than Hyundai promises. Conditions, of course, were near ideal, with an ambient temperature of around 76 degrees.
We went for a hike to Drift Creek Falls, which is in the Coast Range near the town of Lincoln City. We hadn’t been there in ten years or so and we found some “improvements” to the trail and to the trailhead parking area. The were a lot of people on the trail and how could you blame them? It was the perfect day for hiking, partly cloudy with the temperature in the low seventies.
The highlight of this hike is the long suspension bridge above the waterfall. The creek is barely flowing this time of year, bit it’s still a pretty sight.
Were all those vertical notches made by previous versions of the waterfall? How old is this place anyway? It could be even older than we are.
We sat on a log to have our lunch. There were other, smaller logs nearby,, logs that you could just sit down on without getting into a major climbing project. But no, E wanted this one.
Another view from the bridge.
Friday, September 8
E went for another walk with her friend Asher, this time up to Cronemiller Lake near the OSU Arboretum. It was another fine early fall day, clear and calm.
Saturday, September 8
We got up early today, E well before 6:00 and M soon after. We’d signed up for a tour at a State Natural Area twenty miles away and we were supposed to get there before 8:00. By the time we finished our breakfast, decided what to wear, and packed up our water bottles and binoculars, it was just past 7:15. Off we went, gliding along in the Ioniq 5. We got to the parking area at 7:45 and found that we were among the last to arrive. Our tour mates were no sluggards, despite their combined ages running well into the four figure range.
After a general presentation by staff of the Luckiamute Watershed Council in the parking area, we walked a couple of hundred yards to our first stop, a bird banding operation in full swing. The banding team included Josée Rousseau, a post doc fellow at the Ornithology Lab at Cornell who got her PhD here in Corvallis. She was doing the examination and banding. Other team members included a data recorder, who made a record of Rousseau’s observations, and a group of five or six runners. The runners’ job was to set up the mist nets and then check them at regular intervals. When they found birds, they would extricate them from the net and put them into small cloth bags for transport to the banding station. At the station Rousseau measured each bird and looked for various clues that would allow her to determine the bird’s age. As she announced her findings, another team member entered them into a ledger.
The bird bander at work, watched by another member of the team. In the background you can see a bagged bird awaiting its turn to be examined and banded.
Here Rousseau is looking at the width of the various color bands on the wings of this bird to help determine its age.
This photo shows how to hold a wild bird, the so-called birder’s grip. Also visible is the band on the bird’s left leg.
Banding groups such as this one get the bands from the North American Bird Banding Laboratory of the U. S. Geological Survey. The NABBL keeps a database of band numbers that includes a history of all encounters with banded birds. People who run across banded birds (alive or not) can check that database to see where and when the bird was first banded. They are also asked to go to the NABBL website and enter the details of their own encounter.
After spending about 45 minutes at the banding station, we left the banding team to their work and started off on a loop tour of the restoration area. The North Luckiamute State Natural Area ( NLSNAT) includes a total of 615 acres at the confluence the Luckiamute and the Willamette rivers. The entire area is a natural flood plain, but of course some areas are lower than others. About 275 acres are so low that they are flooded almost every year. These sections have never been used for agriculture and remain in their natural state, with towering cottonwoods and a thick understory of smaller trees and shrubs. This kind of riverside forest is called a gallery forest and once grew on both sides of the Willamette along the entire length of the valley. Very little of this forest remains because in most places farmers were able to extend their fields right up to the edge of the river.
In addition to the 275 acres of habitat that was never cleared, various conservation initiatives have allowed for the purchase of 340 additional nearby acres. This land had been used for agriculture for over a hundred years. This agricultural use ended in 2012 and restoration began. The restoration work was done in five phases and our tour guides were able to show us the results. Our first stop was Phase 5, the most recent one, which consists of one 60 acre field that was planted with native species trees and shrubs in 2020. The plants there are now just one to three feet tall and since they were planted in rows the area still resembles a cultivated field. The older phases, however, show what such a ‘field’ can become. Cottonwood trees planted just ten years ago are already twenty feet tall and protrude from a dense ten foot high understory. They have already become a native species forest.
We were passing through one of these areas when M caught a glimpse of sudden movement just beside the trail. When he stopped to take a good look, whatever it was seemed to have disappeared. But he finally made it out. It was a very well camouflaged frog:
The frog gets its name from the bright red coloring on the underside of its legs, which is not, alas, visible in this photo.
When we pointed it out to the others, one of our guides identified it as a Northern Red-legged Frog (Rana aurora) and told us that it was listed as a “Species of Concern” by federal and state agencies due to habitat loss and displacement by invasive American bullfrogs. It was nice to see evidence that this newly created habitat was doing its job.
We got home from our tour at around noon, in time to rest up for our next event of the day, a birthday party for our friend J, who recently got herself some shiny new shoulder hardware. She’s been working hard on PT and we wish her well as she faces the challenges of regaining her full range of motion. At the party, we all sat in her nicely shaded back yard enjoying good food and great conversation.
Monday, September 11
Errands and appointments today, plus grocery shopping. E had Zoom yoga. M took the Ioniq 5 for its first wash.
Tuesday, September 12
It was time for a meeting of E’s THEPAJ group, this one hosted by P at her cottage on the coast. The other members usually carpool to and from, and it was E’s turn to drive, which was fine with her since she’d get to show off her new car. The car lived up to expectations, making it there and back with 132 miles of charge still left.
Three members pose at the recent THEPAJ gathering. H,A and P are in the picture. E took the photo. T and J were absent.
Over the weekend, we sold our Mazda CX-5, which was very sad. But….it went to a nice young woman named Jennifer, who was looking to replace her current 2002 Mazda that had over 200,000 miles on it. We think she’ll take care of our old one.
Thus fortified by a modest infusion of cash, we went to Salem to shop for an electric car. We had already test driven a Hyundai Ioniq 5 once before, but we needed to look at one again to refresh our memories.
Wednesday, August 23
More car shopping in Salem. We test drove a Kia EV6, which has the same EV powertrain as the Ioniq 5. Otherwise, the EV6 is quite different. It’s wonderful and we immediately wanted one. But we got a bad vibe from the Kia dealership. Plus, the Ioniq is a bit more practical. So back we went to the Hyundai dealer, whose softer sales approach made us more comfortable. After looking at the Ioniq one more time, we decided to go for it. We were thinking of buying but found that leasing was cheaper. (As it happens, purchased Hyundais do not qualify for the $7,500 federal rebate, but leased ones do.) They didn’t have our color on the lot but said they could get us one from somewhere up north.
Thursday, August 24
In the early afternoon the dealer called and said our car was ready. So we went back up to Salem to get it. The color is called Digital Teal. It’s mostly just blue but occasionally looks green.
Friday, August 25
Our electrician came and installed a new 240V outlet in the garage.
Sunday, August 27
M mounted the Level 2 charger. We are in business.
Wednesday, August 30
We took a long walk in the OSU Dunn Forest north of town. We’d been there a several times before, but we took a wrong turn anyway. Sigh. Should have been carrying a map. Still, we ended up in a new place and that was interesting. Fortunately we had our lunch with us: tuna sandwiches, celery, two Dove chocolates and two very wee drams of Jack Daniels. We also got to see a recently fallen tree. Many big firs succumb to windstorms and fall while still living, in which case the root ball remains attached. This tree looks like it died in place and did not fall until its core rotted away.
Friday, September 1
Today E took her friend Asher for a walk, as she does on Fridays. They took a good long trek in the OSU MacDonald forest. M went along this time and took their picture.
After ensuring that both Asher and M were sufficiently worn out, E took Asher back to his owners’ house and then somehow convinced M to take her to the Oregon State Fair. E hadn’t been to the state fair for a few years, but she knew exactly what to do. She wanted some onion rings, she wanted to see horses, and she wanted to look over the prize winning cakes. Since the whole fair seemed to revolve around unhealthy food–there must have been fifty food booths–her first goal was pretty easy to accomplish. The last two were harder to find, but we managed.
Saturday, September 2
We didn’t do much today, just a short walk and some tasks around the house. We were both tired from Friday! We did figure out exactly where we needed to park the new car in the garage and made a system to help us find that spot. The new car is very high tech. Fortunately, we will be able to use a very low tech solution to the problem of in-garage navigation. This will help create more balance and harmony in our universe. We call it the blue tape, white string, and ball system.
Had we had bought the highest trim level of the Ioniq 5, we would have been able to drive part way into the garage and then get out of the car and use the remote to have the car slowly move itself to precisely the spot we wanted. We passed on that.
Sunday, September 3
Chocolate croissants for breakfast. Splendid. During the day, E did some sewing, shopped at the Co-op, and–after consultation with a cohort–began searching through old photo archives. This proved to be a hazardous endeavor as she was stung by a yellow jacket while at her work station in the garage. E survived; the yellow jacket did not.
M went for a short drive in the Ioniq 5 and a long drive in the F-Type. It is hard to imagine two more dissimilar cars, but of course he likes them both.
After our morning walk in the forest, E made cookies for a friend who is going through a difficult time. M did yard work and also wrote a few paragraphs for his latest writing project, a memoir of his childhood in Utah. For dinner, we had leftover paella refreshed with a bit of cod from Natural Grocers. Delicious.
Thursday, July 27
We had tertulia with R and J at our place. We have quite a few blueberries these days and E used some of them to make blueberry muffins for the occasion. Of the many recipes at her disposal, she chose the one from the Fanny Farmer Cookbook. They were awesome. After that she had two classes: in-person BBB in the morning and Zoom Laughter Yoga in the afternoon. And it was already time to pick more berries…
Friday, July 28
M went off into the Cascades in the truck today, following Highway 20 and the South Santiam up to House Rock Campground. He took Latiwi Road southward, climbing up to the ridge line and eventually returning to Highway 20 on Gordon Road. On his way down Gordon he came upon an unusual sight–a wrecked vehicle upside down beside the road about eight miles from the highway. It’s a Nissan Xterra SUV. XTerras were sold in the U.S. from 2000 to 2015, but only the 2000 to 2005 models had drum brakes in the rear as this car does. So it’s an oldie.
There were a bunch of red shotgun shell casings on the ground near the car, as if it had been shot many times after it was already dead. Don’t know what that’s about. The wheels and tires are gone; only the brake drums remain at the ends of the axles.
Brake drums, shock absorber, leaf springs, sway bar, tie rod, differential cover, hydraulic brake lines, parking brake cable, part of the muffler and tailpipe–things you don’t often see from this angle..
Having gotten M out of her hair, E managed to cross a lot of things off of her ever growing to do list. Today she is working on planning for some kind of major gathering scheduled to take place next winter.
The weather has been wonderful lately, eighties in the afternoons with cool mornings and evenings. We ate dinner outside today–leftover spaghetti and fresh salad. On TV we’re watching The Diplomat. We have mixed feelings about it, but it holds our interest.
Saturday, July 29
The Nachos for Dessert food truck was working a car show today at the Vancouver (WA) Mall. So we got in the red car and went up to check things out. We had some terrible mall food for lunch, but then some fine dessert at the truck.
We looked at the cars, too.
This Nash Metropolitan is pretty cute. The Metropolitan was designed in the U.S by Nash-Kelvinator and was also sold mostly in the U.S., but manufacturing was outsourced to Britain.
Most of the cars at the show were American made, but here is another British made car. The photo shows the engine compartment of a fifties/sixties era Mini.
And just for comparison, here’s the engine compartment of the car that was parked next to the Mini at the show. This engine is a fifties/sixties era Chevrolet V-8 (with an aftermarket supercharger.)
Sunday, July 30
M went out early in the morning to pick berries so we could have fresh baked blueberry muffins for breakfast again. Very tasty. Then, after we took a walk in our little local woods, M did irrigation system repair while E transcribed several more Uncle Charlie letters.
The letters are from a large collection written by E’s father’s brother, Charles Osborne Chambers, who was an officer in a the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers during World War 2. The letters E worked on today were sent from Germany in 1945, about the time that the war in Germany came to an end. E was surprised to learn that Uncle Charlie’s work did not end then, nor did the secrecy and censorship of the letters. In almost every letter he mentions that although there is lots going on, there’s not much news that he can report. However, in contrast to his earlier letters from 1943, he does reveal where he is stationed (first in England, then in France, then in Germany.) He mentions being headquartered in a German village whose occupants had fled, leaving behind neat stacks of freshly cut firewood. He observes that the roof of the house they were using was “pretty well shot up” but that the house itself was warm and dry.
E is also struck by the fact that Uncle C wrote so faithfully to his mother, despite the burden of long and difficult hours of work. It makes E imagine that they had a very special bond, C being the firstborn child of the family. It is also evident that E’s grandmother, Lizzie, wrote many letters to her son, although these do not survive. Mail service was erratic and C mentions that when mail finally arrived, he often received as many as eight letters from home at a time. Lizzie also sent packages to C, which cannot have been easy considering the times. It appears that she sent cookies and other items at regular intervals. At least once she sent him a bar of Lava soap. This must have been a much needed item: he mentioned it in three separate letters. Of course he does explain that such repetitions were often deliberate because he was never certain that all of his letters would reach her.
Monday, July 31
More nice weather today, but the forecast is for higher temperatures later in the week. M did grocery shopping and worked on his writing project. E made a batch of minestrone soup. She likes to do this in stages, so she worked on it off and on all day. We had our friend J over for dinner. J is recovering from shoulder surgery and cannot yet drive, so we sent one of our large fleet of vehicles to fetch her. The soup was great. And so were the Magnum bars that we had for dessert. Fortunately, we were able to eat them outside where the drips didn’t matter.
Later on, E transcribed another Uncle Charlie letter and M caught up on the latest episodes of Witcher.
We drove thirty-five miles or so south down to Eugene and then flew up into the air, heading north. The day was clear and our flight path was relatively low, so we could look down and see I-5 almost all the way up to Seattle. We had a 45-minute layover at Sea-Tac, then lifted off for Boise. We were still climbing when we passed very close to Mount Rainier. Spectacular.
We rented a car at the Boise airport and checked into a Quality Inn. Once we got in the room, we understood why the motel was not called the High Quality Inn. For one thing, our room was missing a least one piece of furniture. But basically it was okay. So we also understood why they didn’t call it the Low Quality Inn. We had dinner at the Denny’s next door. The meal scored highly for proximity to our hotel.
Sunday, July 16
This was our day to kick around Boise. We decided to go to the Idaho Botanical Garden, which is located on the outskirts of the city at 2355 Old Penitentiary Road. It turned out to be quite nice. There is an English garden, a rose garden, a meditation garden, a children’s garden, a koi pond, a native plant area, and more. Plus, immediately adjacent to the garden, there is an old penitentiary. Not so nice.
A helpful sign pointed out that this section of the garden was where temporary gallows were constructed when an execution took place. Hangings took place outside the walls of the prison so as not to disturb the sensibilities of the other prisoners.
After walking through the garden, we toured the penitentiary, which has been developed into a museum. It is one of only three decommissioned U.S. prisons that are open for public view. Someone has gone to a lot of work to provide extensive interpretive information about the history of the prison and the people who were there. A sign at the entrance invites any visitors who happen to be former ‘residents’ or family members of residents to contact the museum staff if they would be willing to help with the ongoing research.
Four of the cell block buildings are open to walk through. The oldest, dating from the late 19th Century, has incredibly tiny individual cells with steel latticed doors. The cells in the middle aged blocks were a mix of single, double and triple bed cells and had the more familiar steel bar doors. The newest block, completed in the early 1950’s, was noticeably more humane and had somewhat larger spaces. None of the cells had windows. The prison closed in the 1970’s after several buildings were damaged during a series of riots.
One of the most interesting exhibits is a row of 24 cells where each cell has an information placard about one of the prisoners who spent time there. The Information includes dates, reason for incarceration, a photo of the resident, and in many cases, information about what happened to that person once they were released.
The experience of seeing the prison was a little creepy and we did not take pictures. For the curious, there are lots of (uncreepy) photos and other information here.
After the prison tour, we retired to our motel room to recuperate and to get out of the 105 degree heat. Later on we took a hint from one of our readers and had dinner at Twigs Bistro in Meridian, a Boise suburb.
Twigs is a lovely place. The distance from here to life in those old cell blocks is so vast as to be almost incomprehensible.
Monday, July 17
After a less than high quality breakfast, we went to pick up our overlanding vehicle from Idaho Overland Adventures. Owners Brianne and Joe had everything ready for us and gave us a one-hour orientation before sending us off. The vehicle we rented is a Toyota 4Runner that has been modified to include a rooftop tent, a nice sized side awning, and a slide-out kitchen in the rear. The kitchen includes a 12-volt refrigerator running off a dedicated battery that can be charged either by the truck’s electrical system–while driving–or by a solar panel for days when the truck is parked. The truck also has an impressive Garmin GPS system that not only tells drivers where they are and what roads to take, but also relays the truck’s position to the home unit in Boise and allows for emergency communication no matter how far out in the boonies one might be.
On the first day, we didn’t actually use any of these things. Instead we just drove a couple of hundred highway miles down to Elko, Nevada and stayed in a motel. The motel was nicer than our previous one, but it also had a big bare spot in one corner of the room. In back of the motel we saw a couple of dozen armchairs and three or four couches arranged in neat rows in an unused part of the parking lot. Are all hotels like this? E went for a swim in the pool. And then we had dinner at a Basque restaurant.
Tuesday, July 18
Today our trip began for real. First we made a meal plan for the next two days and went off to the market to get what was needed. That done, we filled up the tank at what we thought might be the last gas station we would see for the next two hundred miles. We then drove north on Nevada Highway 225 and started looking for the road to Jarbidge via the ghost town of Charleston. We did not know that there were actually two ways to get to Charleston from the highway–one good one and one bad one. We turned off on Humboldt River North Fork Road. As we found out later, that’s the bad one. In fact, in places, it was terrible–not really dangerous for people, but hard on machines. It was also beautiful, passing as it did through the low hills of uninhabited sagebrush desert. The Garmin was really helpful; it knew the route well and was quick to let us know what to do whenever we had to decide between two faint tracks, each seemingly leading farther into nowhere.
Eventually we came to the end of the wrong road and connected up with the better one. We passed the Charleston ghost town and found that there was still an active cattle operation going on there. We also found active cattle.
Finally we got to the high point of the trip–both literally and figuratively–Copper Basin and Bear Creek Pass. The former was the area that M thought we just had to see.
The road to Jarbidge climbs along the east side of Copper Basin and eventually reaches Bear Creek Pass at 8,488 feet. It then drops very steeply down the other side of the mountain till it reaches the level of the Jarbidge River at about 6,500 feet. The town is just a few miles downstream. We set up in a somewhat primitive campground next to the river a half mile from the town.
Getting in and out of bed required a ladder. Note the awning extending out from the driver’s side. That came in handy when it rained.
At around 2:00 in the morning, M descended the ladder and went out stargazing. The Jarbidge River canyon is steep and narrow, which meant that he could only see a relatively narrow band of sky running north and south between the canyon walls. Still, it was a moonless night and the nearest town of any size was 100 miles away, so there were plenty of stars to gaze at. The Milky Way, meanwhile, was running east and west, and looked like a glowing white bridge stretching across the canyon from rim to rim.
Wednesday, July 19
In the morning the weather was again sunny and warm, pleasant in the shade but a little harsh out in the sun. We walked into town to see the sights.
In 1909 there was a gold strike in the area and miners began to pour in. One story has it that the town was first called Mahoney, after an early prospector. For reasons unknown, the name was later changed to Jarbidge, a mispronunciation of the Shoshone word Tsawhawbitts. (According to Shoshone legend, Tsawhawbitts was a giant cannibal who roamed a certain canyon in the far reaches of northern Nevada, hunting for unsuspecting men to toss into a large basket and carry back to camp for dinner.) Eventually a large-scale gold mine operated in the canyon, with a vertical shaft running down 1100 feet, where a number of horizontal shafts branched off. The apparatus in the photo below was located at the top of the vertical shaft and was part of the mechanism for operating the elevators that would take miners up and down and bring the ore up. Production was high for about ten years but then gradually declined, finally ceasing in 1932.
These days there are several dozen buildings in Jarbidge, including a hotel (of sorts), two bars, and a general store. Of the many houses, some are very nice, but few are very large. Some houses don’t look like much at all, at least at first glance. Look again, though, and you see that most of them are solid, snug and well-maintained. Only a few of them are lived in all year. The over winter population is said to be about fifteen hardy souls. The most crowded time of year is hunting season. During our time there, the town was alive, but hardly lively. There seemed to be only one business open, a bar/restaurant called the Outdoor Inn.
There are no paved streets in Jarbidge and the town speed limit is 10 mph. There wasn’t much traffic, either vehicular or pedestrian. As we walked along Main street, we did see one very neatly dressed old man slowly make his exit from the Outdoor Inn. He used a walker to shuffle over to a white pickup truck, got in and drove away, stopping at a house about 300 yards south on the same street. Presumably that was where he lived. Then an ATV came by, driven by a girl who looked to be ten or eleven years old. There was another girl in the seat beside her. They were just barely tall enough to see over the dash, but they were laughing and having a grand time. After a few minutes the driver returned, this time without her friend. Later on, another ATV passed by, this one driven by a boy, who was maybe seven or eight. If he had been seated, he would have been too short to see over the dash, so he stood on the floor of the machine just behind the wheel. As he passed, we were both struck by how small he was to be driving down the street, but even more by his demeanor. With his eyes fixed straight ahead, he stood as motionless as a statue, with a serious, stoical, trancelike expression with a hint of sadness.
Back at our camp, we were feeling hot and dry, so we went and sat in the river for a while. There was still a little snow melting up in the hills, so we got cooled off pretty quickly. After that we dried off and went back up to the truck for lunch. As we ate we noticed some light cloudiness moving in from the northwest. It was nice to have a little less sun and we started thinking about naps. But then the clouds got darker and we could hear a bunch of thunder off somewhere. Vay! Vay! Vay! as you might say. E located our rain shells and started moving all non-waterproof items to shelter and M jumped up on top of the truck to reach up and extend the rain flaps around the roof tent. That process is quick and easy, but only if you know what goes where. We really appreciated having had the benefit of Joe’s detailed orientation back in Boise. By the time the storm hit us, the tent was prepared, the truck was closed up and we were settled in on our folding chairs under the awning. Which was good, because the rain came hard and fast.
It lasted about 45 minutes. Quite enough, thank you.
After the rain stopped, the clouds lightened a little and we had a visitor. E took its picture.
Thankfully, that one shower was the extent of the rain and we were able to cook dinner without drowning our veggie burgers and cookies. After dinner, we took another walk, this time in the direction away from town. There were striking rock formations on both sides of the canyon that looked quite lovely in the early evening light.
Thursday, July 20
Today we had to get back to Boise and return the 4Runner, as early in the day as possible. So we were up at 6:00 and on the road by 7:00. We took the easy route out of Jarbidge, one that M knew well from his previous visit. Also, we knew we had plenty of gas. So it was a relatively stressless trip, the only problem being that Boise was about six hours away. We got there, though, and made a quick stop at the airport, where E rented a car while M continued on to turn in the truck. By 3:00 in the afternoon we were checked into a very nice room at a Hampton Inn downtown. We had just enough time to clean up and go to dinner at Epi’s, a very nice Basque restaurant. This we had been looking forward to the whole time. It did not disappoint.
Friday, July 21
Up at 5:15 today and on our way to the airport by a little after 6:00. The Boise airport is nice, very easy to understand and to deal with. Our plane was late taking off, however, because of heavy fog in Seattle! Fog? The whole idea was preposterous! But there it was, and the delay almost made us miss our connection. Isn’t it amazing how slow some people in airports can be, if you happen to be in a hurry? But we got to the gate in plenty of time, at least two minutes before they closed the door. By 11:00 we were back in Oregon. At the Eugene airport, by the way, the Eugene Library has provided an automated story/poem dispenser in a corridor on the way to the gates. You push a button to choose one of the two, short story or poem, and the machine prints one up and spits it out for you. E got a short story, which was rather nice.
Saturday, July 22
Looks like it must be M’s birthday.
Sunday, July 23
We had another party today with A who came down from Vancouver. This time there was cake!
E made a lemon meringue pie today, which is a fairly laborious process. Plus, she had to be especially careful because she was presenting the pie at a meeting of the LMPS–the Lemon Meringue Pie Society. It goes without saying that society members are experienced with all manner of pies. And they can be somewhat particular, especially about lemon meringue. More than one local baker has disappointed them in one respect or another. (And alas, their favorite bakery–Taylor Street Ovens–shut down a year ago.)
E’s first step was to look around for someone to make her a crust, as she really didn’t want to do that part. Fortunately M likes to make pie crust. (He always mixes up a little too much so he can eat some of it raw.) So M provided a shell and E took it from there.
Here’s a picture of the group just as the meeting was coming to order. From left to right: L, H, E, B and A. Sixth member T (aka N) took the picture.
We are happy to report that the pie was well received.
Friday, July 7
M has started writing a memoir about his childhood in Utah in the fifties and sixties. He also caught up on Season 3 of The Witcher.
Saturday, July 8
At 11:00 E took Spanish Pisto Manchego to her yoga class potluck. The potluck was a joyous occasion because it was the first time the group had gathered in person since the onset of the Pandemic. In fact some of the members had never seen each other in the flesh as the class started on ZOOM during the pandemic. We are all grateful to our teacher L for providing the class through thick and thin.
We had dinner with B and B at Ba’s in Albany. Before dinner we stopped off at their place for cocktails. They also gave us beets and a zucchini from their garden. And they’ve already harvested potatoes.
Sunday, July 9
Raspberry jam day! Berry season is upon us already. E got a flat and made two batches of jam. M has started reading an actual book from E’s book club: A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki.
Monday, July 10
M had some dental work today and must have a soft diet for the next little while. E took a long walk in the forest and got a good recording of a Western Tanager. She really wishes she could spot one in the forest, as they are beautiful birds. But, alas, they are heard and not seen. Later she went out–and because she is an angel–she got M a chocolate shake from Burgerville. She also brought home a raspberry shake, which of course M couldn’t eat because of the seeds. E is certain that she hadn’t planned to get two shakes; somehow it just happened. She also pureed some leftover pisto for M.
Tuesday, July 11
E had another in-person Better Bones and Balance class. She says she likes the teacher very much in spite of the fact that the workouts are strenuous. M went for a long ride over Tombstone Pass in the Jaguar and also worked on arrangements for our trip to Boise and points south, which is coming up. We’ve had lovely weather this week.
Speaking of weather, E checked in with her niece J who lives in Vermont. J sent along these photos.
J lives on the top of a hill, so so she was above the flood…
…but all roads to town were blocked.
And then there was the matter of the poor turtle that took refuge in her driveway.
In the evening, E attended a meeting of the Knitting and Non-Knitting club made up of former ELI colleagues. E enjoyed catching up with people and doing a bit of work on her much neglected embroidery project.
Wednesday, July 12
We had coffee today with the daughter of our friends Rick and Gypsy, who both recently passed on within a year of one another. It was nice to hear about her doings. She has a son about to enter high school and twin daughters about to enter fifth grade.
Thursday, July 13
E had a medical appointment in Portland today. She is pursuing the dream of saying goodbye to the CPAP machine. The appointment went well and she found out more about an implant that can correct sleep apnea. It’s a multi-step process, however, and the big question is whether it would be covered by insurance. She now awaits follow up information from the medical provider. E thinks this was a very pleasant type of doctor visit: no clothing is removed, no pain involved and best of all, they don’t weigh you!
Friday, July 14
M had to rethink and rearrange some parts of our upcoming trip. Why now? At this late date? Could it be because he didn’t do it right the first time? Naw, that would be impossible…
Anyway we leave tomorrow, flying to Boise for some reason or other. We hope we remember what the reason is when we get there.
We went up to Salem today, about forty miles away. We had a couple of things in mind, one them being that there is a good Hyundai dealer in Salem and we’ve been wanting to take a look at the Hyundai Ioniq 5. E loves her current Mazda CX-5, but she has been thinking a lot about getting either an EV or a hybrid for environmental reasons. Mazda has just started making a very good new CX hybrid, but it is only available in Europe and Asia.
So we decided to at least take a look at an all electric car. The Ioniq 5 has gotten rave reviews: for fast charging, for its 300 mile range, and for a lot of convenience and safety features. It’s about the size of a CX-5, which is exactly the size E likes. So. There we were taking a test drive in a brand new one, and guess what? It was awesome. Tons of interior space, more than sufficient power, great handling, nice styling. Lots of reviewers say that it is clearly superior to the comparably sized Tesla, not that we have any plans to ever drive a Tesla, cuz we don’t.
Anyway, the Ioniq 5 is wonderful, and not super expensive. So are we going to buy one? Hmm. Probably not. It is impressive, but we both find that it lacks personality. Maybe an EV is just too different, too much for us to get used to. We’ll have to keep thinking.
Another thing that has been on our minds lately is cake. We thought we might have a piece of cake to celebrate Becca’s birthday. Becca is amazing, still just 22 years old even though she was born 48 years ago. That’s a while back, but people still remember her and people still reach out to E at this time of year, for which we are very grateful. So our excuse for going to Salem was to look at a car, but our actual reason for going to Salem was to have a little ceremony at the Konditorei, one of E’s favorite places in the world. She had a piece of lemon cream cake; M had German chocolate. Neither of us could eat it all, had to take some home.
Tuesday, June 27
We went walking today on the Meadow Edge Loop near the top of Mary’s Peak. We started out just after noon and made our first stop at the Vietnamese Baguette to procure some sandwiches. Man they were busy! On the way out of town we stopped for a roadside picnic at Starker Arts Park. Then we went out Highway 34 and turned off onto the road that leads up the mountain. The weather at the top was sunny and pleasant; it was considerably cooler at 3,400 feet than it was in lowland Corvallis.
Down in the valley the wild iris have come and gone. Here they are still looking nice.
Here are a couple of late violets. Their leaves are the largish round ones. Also visible are oxalis–the shamrocky things–and a couple of fern fronds that appear to be lying down for some reason.
There were lots of Boloria butterflies flitting around. This generation will soon be laying eggs, which will hatch out in a few months. The caterpillars will dine exclusively on violet leaves.
A view to the north.
A view to the west. The ocean is just beyond the far mountains. Being the highest peak around, Mary’s Peak is home to a lot of telecommunication equipment. Many have suggested that the various sheds and antennas ruin the view and should be removed. It has been decided, though, that they are important and must remain. But that only applies to reality. For a digital photo, they can be erased.
We have also been talking a bit more about what we would like to have in the way of cars…
Wednesday, June 28
E had lunch with her THEPAJ group at Gathering Together Farms. She had a teensy cup of carrot soup, two small pieces of bread, and a glass of water with no ice. (Now some people might be of the opinion that her actual meal was not of sufficient quantity to justify the use of the word lunch. But we are casual about such things, so we’ll let it go. Especially since she did buy 2 GTF chocolate covered spud nuts to be eaten later.–Ed.)
Here is the GTF restaurant and farmstand. Don’t let its looks fool you, GTF is a big operation these days. And those chocolate covered spudnuts are to die for.
M, meanwhile, went back up to Salem. Hmm. What was he up to? Whatever it was, he was gone half the day.
Thursday, June 29
E had a Better Bones and Balance class today and it was not via Zoom. M dropped her off at at the community college at 11:00. It was her first in-person exercise class since the pandemic and she liked it a lot. The teacher was excellent, but alas, she was just a sub and E won’t meet the real teacher until next week.
M picked E up after class and they headed off to Salem. As planned, M had brought small sandwiches and juice so that they could have lunch along the way. The sandwiches had to be small because we planned to visit Baskin-Robbins. While the Baskin-Robbins in Corvallis closed down during the pandemic and was replaced by a COVID test center in the same location, Salem has not just one, but four(!) active B-R’s.
But before we could get the ice cream, we had a more onerous errand to perform. We had to pick up the Jaguar. And once that was done, we had to choose which of the Salem B-R’s we were going to, get its address into our respective phones, and drive to it separately. By time we got there, we were sure we deserved a reward.
Friday, June 30
2014 F-Type
Lots of chores today related to the car: bluetooth pairing to M’s phone, driving position memory settings for both of us, radio presets for both, and the most challenging problem, the process for teaching the car about the codes for the garage door opener. When that was done, we rolled up our Afghani wool runner and threw it in the trunk. M got the rug in Yemen thirty years ago and by now it really needed fringe end repair. E decided we needed to take it to the Atiyeh Brothers rug shop in Eugene. (What a nice place that turned out to be!) So off we went in the new car, first to the rug place and then to dinner at a Thai place called Blu Mist Restaurant & Bar that E had tried once but M never had. It was wonderful.
M drove the forty miles down to Eugene; E drove us back home, her first time behind the wheel of the F-Type. E had really liked riding in M’s previous car, the blue Porsche, but she hadn’t enjoyed driving it very much because it had a manual transmission. She is a lot happier with the F-Type’s automatic.
Saturday, July 1
Eve went to see our friend Jo, who is recovering from shoulder surgery and cannot yet drive. They did some errands and took a walk in Willamette Park. While they were out, E looked for a birthday card for our neighbor who is turning 90 tomorrow. She wanted a “Happy 90th” card but had to settle for one 40th and one 50th. These she has cleverly combined into one card and has added a plus sign and an equals sign. Since the recipient is a retired math teacher, she is fairly confident that he will figure it out.
Sunday, July 2
We walked a bit this morning, before the heat. We went to a place we hadn’t been to before in an obscure corner of the OSU Arboretum. We walked a quarter mile nature trail and also visited a memorial to nine Oregon firefighters who died fighting a wild fire in Colorado almost exactly twenty-nine years ago. Lately someone has pinned poems to some of the wooden beams of the structure. The poems all deal with nature in one way or another and include works by William Stafford and Mary Oliver. They were a treat.
On the trail we heard a Swainson’s Thrush
In the afternoon we went to the aforementioned birthday party for our 90 year old neighbor and had a piece of cake. Wonderful way to spend a Sunday.
