The challenge for the week at the Daily Post is Weathered. As we walked along a path, I stopped to observe this bit of beauty in the ground. Apparently a tree root had tried to grow there, but had been cut back, so as to not obstruct the path. Because it has been walked on repeatedly it has brought out the beauty of this weathered burl.
These barn doors were used as back drops for a photo shoot. I have limited experience using a tripod. We had our share of laughter, as I ran to pose and act natural. So funny! We often pass this beautiful barn, and all of the time whiz by. My photograph does not give justice to the beauty of the wood. The challenge for this week at the Daily Post is Resilient. It makes me think of this old barn, that Mr. G, thinks was used for milking cows. I am sure it has weathered many storms, and still it stands, with untold stories, that I will never know about. When I ponder on the word resilient, it makes me think about butterflies…
That travel hundreds of miles to reach a certain destination. Sometimes they are so battered, that I wonder how they can keep flying. That includes birds too. I think of Mr. G, who blew out his knee in the early eighties and then developed an infection in it years later. He was told that it would be best to remove his leg. He resisted that consideration and sought out alternative options.
And years later here he stood, what felt for me, like we were on top of the world. We are not serious hikers, but when we do, we enjoy the experience, despite, getting out of breath, getting lost a few times and running out of water. People, animals, mammals and insects are resilient. We can bounce back from hardship, sorrow and loss. I must add that as human beings we have a responsibility to protect those that have no voice… We are meant to overcome and maybe we don’t hear about it often enough, about those that persevere despite insurmountable circumstances.
We got out yesterday to do some more exploring. Mr. G. is feeling a bit perkier after three shoulder surgeries and being somewhat confined in his activities. The challenge for this week is Beneath Your Feet, or however you choose to interpret. We discovered an area not far from where we live, called Cascadia, where the So. Santiam River flows. We hiked to the Soda Creek waterfall. The water level was low but it still made for good photo opportunities.
For a few days we had the presence of guests from California. My husband’s delightful daughter, Lesley and her hubby Travis. I tried to not have my camera in their faces to often, but one cannot help it, when you are just so fun to photograph.My posts will most likely revolve around our visit with them. It was short but very sweet. We ate well, hiked a bit, ate well again and then toured an old historical house in Salem, Or. More photos to come.
We took them to Silver Falls State Park and we enjoyed every step of the way. I am still processing the past few days. I tend to savor the moments and let it all slowly sink in. I guess because I am non working, I can do that. A soon to be New Year is staring us in the face and I am pondering on that as well. Thank you to all that have responded with Christmas wishes.. My hope is to start 2015 with new inspiration and new enthusiasm.
On January 31 rst, I wrote this…Mother Hen.Well, today my husband found this book at an estate sale. Because of this and for another reason I am changing my WordPress online name to Mother Hen. In 1998 my oldest son hiked the Pacific Crest Trail. Since that time I have developed an interest in hikers and now my husband is on board too. Maybe I’ll name him Rooster.Lol! Anyway because April was the kickoff month for Pacific Crest Trail hikers to start their journey, I have decided to follow some of their blogs and journals.
This is the way to get to the trail from the road. There is quite a big area of burned out trees. Because we have only been in Oregon since Christmas Day I don’t know when the fire took place. The PCT is 2,650 miles. In my Mother Hennish ways, I shall be on the sidelines, saying some prayers and cheering them on for a successful journey.
Today there were a few casualties up around the waterfall. My husband volunteered to man the kiosk so that picnickers could purchase their day permits. I cannot bear to listen to all of the gory details. I do know that after having lived here for just over a year, I feel as though there are far too many incidents. Big Falls attracts many hikers, families and others to get out in nature and see what is up and around the bend of the path. We have been there several times ourselves and the last time I was there I had no desire to go any further than the metal railing meant for people like me.. At the time it looked pretty treacherous.
According to what my husband heard the injuries were serious. It was told to him that glass beer bottles were observed lying around and that there had been a serious cut due to falling on broken glass.
I know we can’t live in a protective bubble, but when I hear of injuries and all the many that have lost their lives in Yosemite, I can’t bite my tongue on this matter and I admonish summer thrill seekers to take heed to warnings, wear proper attire, no flip-flops…and if going on a lengthy hike make sure you have plenty of water and that family members are informed as to where you are.. and please no glass bottles.. what you pack in you pack out..