There’s an abandoned parking lot along the river path not too far from our house. It’s been unused for as long as we’ve lived in the neighborhood, as far as I can tell.
Over the last few years, I’ve noticed that saplings have started forcing their way through the seams in the pavement. Give it 50 years and maybe it’ll be a forest again. For now anyway, it’s a mossy wonderland. So at least sometimes, paving paradise doesn’t have to last, and you don’t even have to go to the “tree museum” to see ’em; good news for Joni Mitchell :-).
We’ve had our biggest snow in years this week, since 2008 actually. It was 3 days of new snow every day, which I gamely swept off the side walk and porch each morning. (Not shoveled, since it snows so rarely we don’t even have a snowshovel :-)
Here’s the garden in winter — say, wasn’t that a classic 1968 movie starring Kale Hepburn and Parsely O’Toole? (sorry, couldn’t help myself!)
I didn’t get any pictures during that 2008 storm, but I did back in 2007 when the puppies were younger and had more energy to go romping in the snow.
With the dogs getting old, Nancy and I have to keep our vacations with them close to home and very comfy for them. So for a week at Christmas and another week for our anniversary in January, we found a rental cabin up on Mount Hood, where we could do short easy walks with the pups, and then when they were ready for a long winter’s nap we could get out for some hiking on the mountain.
Travelling in comfort — fortunately all the gear and supplies can fit in the cartop carrier.
Lots of choices for lounging . . .
. . . but it usually ends up like this eventually :-)
Wood stoves are great for drying out wet hiking boots in the evening.
Dave in his natural habitat – lost in a book.
A misty day on the mountain.
Crossing a cold mountain stream (the easy way) <— foreshadowing!
A dusting of snow, a hint of coming attractions.
Up at the snow line.
OK where are we? Good thing I brought a map!
Is this right side up?
Near the Salmon River, below Huckleberry Mountain, if you must know :-)
Uh-oh! A small river to cross but no bridge.
How convenient! A nice set of Crossing-The-River Sticks! (get it???? :-)
Nancy goes first.
This story has a happy ending – dry boots on this hike!
p.s. – I made new jigsaw puzzles from a few of these pictures.
Those who learn from history are condemned to the frustration of watching everyone else who didn’t learn it repeat it.
There’s a bronze beaver statue in our neighborhood (previously seen here), sitting next to a small bay along the Willamette River trail. Today he seems to be ringing in the new year in a quite festive fashion! :-)