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For some time now I’d been feeling a pull to have some solitude. Occasionally this is possible near our urban area even though I usually prefer going to the mountains. The regional park across the Willamette River is often very … Continue reading

My mother died in March of 1998 and today I finally sorted and shredded the last of a box that held some of my own files plus a few of hers–one of those boxes that floats about in an attic … Continue reading

February is a short month and this year seemed even shorter because of the snowstorm followed by freezing rain that took so many branches and trees in the Willamette Valley. February also brought another loss. It was in early February … Continue reading

  Sometimes  brown manila envelopes bring back some pleasant memories of long-ago events. I’ve been trying to go through some of my overly numerous paper possessions and now and then there are surprises. Yesterday I opened an envelope to find … Continue reading

  Yesterday folk-singer Pete Seeger died at the age of 94 and today many of us are posting our memories and our thoughts about him on Facebook and elsewhere. Unlike some of the writers I never had the pleasure of seeing Seeger … Continue reading

      Winter Hike   Looking toward the east I’m thinking of walking across the thick layer of fog that lies just beneath this sunlit crest. I’m thinking of leaping, of bounding, each step springing me higher above the … Continue reading

Sorting through some boxes a few days ago  I came across a bright orange “D” wrapped in tissue paper, a relic from my days at Dunsmuir High School. There were 38 students in my graduating class. Today, women playing competitive … Continue reading

“Thank you for making me drag my butt up here,” a man’s voice said. Wow! When you hear something like that you know the view is terrific and it’s not just your own personal bias. We’ve had a week of … Continue reading

  My father had a pistol. And he once marched a poacher in to the sheriff, using that pistol as incentive for the poacher to keep walking, when he’d caught him with his bear traps. My dad was a ranger … Continue reading

  We have just experienced a week of very chilly weather that included a couple of days of powder snow sifting down from the sky. Measurements depend a bit on your microclimate including which way the wind blew, but we … Continue reading