Scenes from two walks

November has been mild in this part of Oregon. I even mowed the back yard today, perhaps the last time until Spring. Last Wednesday a cold front brought rain and dropped the temperatures down into the low 40’s for the first time this autumn.

The next morning the heavy clouds lifted enough for a dry walk up Grandview. This picture doesn’t capture the intense darkness of the clouds abruptly stopping against a brilliant watery blue sky in the distance.
A mile up where the road levels out a bit we looked out across a Christmas tree farm to the distant ridges.
Fresh snow on the top of the Cascade Range.
By yesterday the weekend the weather had turned mild again with temps reaching into the low 60s. Today my neighbor, Jessica and her dog Shayna and I decided to walk across the bridge and up Butte Creek Rd for a change of pace from walking up Grandview.  As we headed up Butte Creek Rd we could hear a helicopter circling round and round. Harvest time.

There it was plucking bundles of Christmas trees from the tree lot where we’d stood just last Thursday in the picture above.
I wished we’d walked up Grandview so we could have watched the action up close. Jessica was thankful that we were on the other side of the valley, especially with Shayna.


Turning to continue up Butte Creek Rd we saw the deer at the same moment it saw us and froze.

It dashed back into the brush then decided we might be harmless. It eased across the road keeping a wary eye on us.


By the time it reached the other side it seemed to have no fear.
Shayna wondered why I wasn’t keeping up with her.

Today I am thankful that the predicted rain held off all day and for a good walk which tempered a raging headache into a mild one that finally left this evening.

Tomorrow the story of our time in Moscow at the Palouse Fiber Festival will be continued.


Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small Quaker meeting.

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