Friday, June 3, 2011

A Lesson in Oregon Geography

The best way to get from Portland to Corvallis is via the Oregon Coast. Now, realize, I say this is the best way. It is however, not the quickest or the most direct way, but it is by far the best way. I had never been much further south on the coast than Tillamook, (which is not south in the slightest). I never really had a reason to go. Destinations shouldn't require a reason, other than the journey and experience, but it is my excuse nonetheless. I finally had a reason to go, so I went. It was glorious, and oh-so-worth it.

You see, a couple of weeks ago when I was in Corvallis visiting Tera, she mentioned her graduation from the School of Ministry that she has been going to for the last nine months. She mentioned to me the date, which was a Friday evening, which equated to my inability to attend. This was unfortunate, but not the end of the world, as I was getting to spend a good deal of time with her that weekend.


A few days after my return to work my coworker pointed out to me that I was off on June 3rd. The Friday of the graduation. I don't know what stirred me, in January, to request such an odd day off from work. That is not my general practice, but I am grateful that I did. It also, so happened, to be the best weather day of the year. Bonus!

Tera's graduation didn't begin until 7 p.m. So the question was, 'what to do with myself all day leading up to that time?' Solution--drive to the beach on the way. Crazy?! I think it was one of the most brilliant ideas I've had all month, especially considering it is so early in the month. So, after deciding on the plan, this is what the map leading me on my day away looked like....


Looks like fun, huh?!






When I was driving along I saw a sign for a covered bridge. If you don't know me, you don't understand my affinity for covered bridges, but I had to turn off the road and find the bridge. It was just a short distance from the main highway. The Drift Creek Covered Bridge.
Later in the day I passed the Chitwood Covered Bridge. It was right off the highway, there were lots of cars behind me, so I had to pass without stopping. I borrowed this picture from this site. Someday I will have to make an intentional stop.


I arrived at Lincoln City and looked for beach access. I can't say that I particularly love Lincoln City, at least not the parts I saw, besides the beach. I am used to the places I generally go. I did enjoy seeing a new place. I did enjoy the sand and the sun!


Proof of the sun AND that Iwas in it!

The sand was so warm (read hot) that my toes and feet got nice and pink. Besides the polish. Hard to tell in the pic.

This lighthouse was painted on the side of one of the buildings.

Sea grass in black and white.


Me in black and white.

There aren't many pictures of me that I like, but this would be one of them!

A ladybug landed on my windshield.

After taking off from the beach I stopped at the outlet shopping center. A trip to the beach mandates ice cream for lunch...it was tasty, especially in the hot weather. I then headed from Lincoln City toward Newport, I stopped at Cape Foulweather for some gorgeous views.




After getting to Newport I saw a sign for Yaquina Head Lighthouse. I pulled in, paid the fee and headed for my next adventure.

There it is!

Standing above this area the wind was so strong that if I faced right into it I couldn't breathe at all. The water was a beautiful color.


The lighthouse was opened in 1873 and is still an operational lighthouse.


Oil barrels.

Apparently, there is usually a line to get up the stairs to the lighthouse, but I lucked out and got to walk right up...a lot of steps.

One of the window views.


The lens...it was made in France and shipped over. Still the original.


There were two lightbulbs. The larger one on the right side was the primary bulb. It lasts about one year. When it burns out the smaller one starts working, sends a message to the coast guard and they come change out the main light. The bigger bulb costs $500.


You can see the light lit up.


Rainbows from the lenses.


114 steps to get to the top...


The view looking down.





There were thousands of birds covering the rocks off the head.

A simple, yet meaningful memorial.


Looking out across the ocean.





I walked down to Cobble Beach and hobbled among the cobbles. While I was at it I saw this cute little guy scampering across the rocks. He was only about the size of a quater with lots of little legs sticking out.









After the walk at the lighthouse and surrounding areas I spent at least 20 minutes combing out the tangles from my hair being so windblown. It was worth it, I think.






Egg shell...

I'm going to put in another post the video I took of the waves. There was this odd sound when the wave was receeding and I just couldn't get over it. The video wasn't happy in the post!


Hard to see, but seals sunning themselves on the rocks.








The lighthouse from Newport.

Flowers like the sun as much as I do.

After I said my goodbyes to the beach, the salty air, the peace I felt; I hopped back into the car and headed inland to Corvallis. I arrived, got something to eat, got changed and made my way to Tera's church. Her parents sat with me and we enjoyed chatting and watching the meaningful graduation ceremony. Tera had been one of two students chosen to address the audience and her classmates with a speech. She is an eloquent and beautiful speaker and I loved her speech.


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"You are all on God’s track team. He set a race before you that must run in with endurance.

So make sure that you lay aside every weight that will slow you down in the race that God has given you. And make sure that you also cut off all sin because it will, if undealt with, easily entangle you and cause you to loose your footing.

While you run, fix your eyes on the one who ran His race with perfection, and let His humility and joy be your example and inspiration.

Use your unique running form that God has designed and do not slow yourself down by trying to match your teammates form, thinking that theirs might be better. And stay in your lane, knowing that there is no higher calling in life than God’s calling, and He is the one who put you in that lane.

When the race hurts at times, and you feel fatigued, take joy because this testing is producing greater endurance within you that will cause you to run even stronger. And do not give up, but remember that you are running for a glorious prize; press on, not looking back, but straining forward to what lies ahead.

And most importantly, do not, for one second, ever, ever, EVER forget who it is that has made you His runner…. by calling you by name to be on His team.

Know always that He believes in you – you whom He chose and trusts to run well;

Know always that He is cheering for you on every corner of the track, having only good things to say about His beloved athlete;

Know always that he will never cut you from the team, no matter how much, at times, you may feel like you have failed Him;

And know always that as His trained athlete, you never have to doubt your talent, but are free to run well, strong, and fast in this race knowing that He has fully prepared you for it."


~Tera Stegner CSOM Graduation Ceremony 6/3/11

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After the ceremony there was talking, hugging and then the drive home for me. It was a glorious day away. A time for peace, renewal, reflection, fun and celebrating accomplishments of a dear friend. All things that I love.




Oh, and the geography lesson...there is a lot to see in Oregon, well worth the trip to Corvallis via the Oregon Coast. It was the best route!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

May Poem of the Month

FULL MOON


Author Unknown



In the darkening sky, if you cast your eyes,


You will see the silver lady rise,


Bathing the world in a steely blue


Edged with a haunting, silver hue.


Higher and higher she rises with grace,


Shrouding the trees in a cloak of lace,


Sending her rays to the waters below,


Casting reflections in ripple and flow.


Oh, such a majesty gracing the sky,


Passing a twinkle to stars riding high,


Oh, what a magickal sight we purvey


From dusk, till the night gives in to day.


And so, she sinks in horizons west,


Content in the knowledge that we saw her best,


She'll return once again when the sky turns black,


And if you should whisper, she might whisper back.

Monday, May 30, 2011

For love of country they accepted death... ~James A. Garfield

I have lived down the hill, not even a mere mile, from Willamette National Cemetery for 5 Memorial Day's and this is the first time I have trekked up the hill for the Memorial Day Service. Each year that I have been in town on Memorial Day I have been able to hear the fighter jets fly overhead for the ceremony's customary fly-over. Each year I have asked myself why I didn't go. I grew up attending Memorial Day Observance Ceremonies. Many times being in them myself. I can't count the years of pictures my Mom has of me dressed in white, or blue and white, white gloves donned and either laying a wreath or holding a flag. It is part of my being to respect departed military in this way. So, spur of the moment, and only because my investigation on start time, I attended this year's 61st Annual Memorial Day Ceremony at Willamette National Cemetery. I felt at home there. Comforted.


Because I live relatively close, and because I've seen the steady stream of traffic leaving the cemetery on Memorial Days past, I decided to put on my walking shoes and walk UP the hill (officially called Mt Scott, by-the-way) to the cemetery. Boy, was it a walk, a hike rather. Once I got to the cemetery gates I had a nice hike through the cemetery to get to the ampitheatre where the service was held. I was elated to see the ample seating area, as I had expected that I would be standing. It was a chilly, overcast, threat-of-rain morning. Thankfully, it didn't rain, the sun came out and it became quite warm.



Below you can see the ampitheatre, and all the people. I was about 2/3 way back. Later news reports predicted that there were 2,000 people in attendance. It wouldn't surprise me.

The F-15 Interceptors from the Oregon Air Guard flew over. Because of the cloud cover it was hard to see them. This is the best picture I got. It was fun to hear and feel the rumbling for minutes prior to them flying over. I love that feeling. (linked photo courtesy of NORAD)


Master of Ceremonies...

It was fun for me to watch the speakers because I could see my homestate State Flag the whole time...can you see the head of the Buffalo?! Love it!


Advancement of Colors...actually, it may be the retiring of, I can't remember.


The Bagpipers for Portland Police Highland Guard.

No promises that the following video will work, but I must try. I love, Love, LOVE bagpipes. I had to capture a bit of their sounds.






A plaque at the ampitheatre.

The Fallen Soldier Battle Cross. Read more about the symbolizm HERE.



I didn't puruse the cemetery a whole lot, but did come upon this memorial of WWI with a plaque with the poem, In Flanders Fields, with Poppies planted at the base.



There was also a 21 Cannon Salute. The cannons of today look so differentfrom the cannons of yesterday.

Walking back down through the cemetery I discovered a couple of gravesites of men from Wyoming.



Lots of flags.

There are beautiful views of Portland from high on the hill (mountain) that the cemetery resides on.

Love the bright pink Dogwood tree, blooming in all of its glory.

Across the street from Willamette National is another cemetery, Lincoln Memorial. There were also flags displayed there. You can see the grounds of Lincoln Memorial just past the brick posts and iron fence.

All that traffic coming down the hill...still...at about an hour after the ceremony was over.




It was a great morning and I am so thankful that I ventured up the hill and experienced such a great tribute to the men and women we have lost in order to live the lives we are able to live in such a great country.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

It is hard to make it through the day...

...when all I want to do is come home and crochet!

You may remember from THIS post that I started a new crochet project. All I had ever crocheted was a scarf. And that was years ago. Stasia taught me how to read a crochet pattern after I fell in love with a particular pattern/afghan. I had actually estimated that it would take me between one and two years. In actuality, it took me like 4-5 months. Woohoo. Yes, I stayed up until 11:30pm last night to finish it. Almost 15 skeins of yarn, lots and lots of hours I made 105 of the "motifs" and am thoroughly pleased with the end result of my first large scale crochet project!


Here it is in progress...


Ezme felt that she had to continually check my work and approve of it.
She also had to approve of the yarn balls...they made mighty fine toys if I turned my head for a moment.

This is a picture of one of the motifs. I think it does the color better justice than the pictures in the first post.

This no flash picture is so that you can see the pattern. I'm a swirl girl and this pattern is definitely swirly, and lovely.

Tada~

All done and glorious.

Now, on to the next project. And, believe me, I've got a few lined up!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Time Away in Corvallis

I'm so blessed and thankful to have friends in all places. Even though I don't get to all those places, sometimes I do, especially to the friends in places fairly close. My friend Tera wanted me to make a trip to visit her in Corvallis again after we had such a good time in the fall when I went. We planned the weekend and along it came. This time away was perfectly timed with a need to escape and get away from life in Portland. God's timing is good.

Tera was going to be running the last 5 miles with a friend who was running an ultra-marathon (32 miles through woods) the day I was arriving. Once she ran and made it home she called me while I was purusing parts of Corvallis that I know. I headed to her place and got the scoop on the run and the plan for the weekend. Tera had traveled a lot since I had last seen her in February so I got to travel vicariously with her and her pictures, to Israel in particular. We got to chat and catch up and then headed to her church where she is on staff and attended a prayer meeting. After that we headed downtown for dinner and more chatting.

We ate at a local brew pub called Block 15. The food was so good. We weren't sure if it was because is really is good anyway or if it was because we were both SO hungry. We walked around downtown a bit and made our way by the courthouse. I love the quaintness of Corvallis and its downtown area. When we got home the neighbors were out of town and had chickens that needed to be moved to a warmer place. So, in the dark, in a wooded area we moved 4 chickens, one by one from a backyard pen to the garage. What unexpected fun!

Sunday we headed to church, delivered car wash signs to a group and checked out one of the area specialty markets before heading home to make lunch, which was fun. Then we whisked away to a downtown antique store and stopped in at the Animal House, a pet store with unique and rare pets. Including these Chinchilla's that we took pictures of because they were so cute.

And they all liked to cluster up in jars.
Tera and me.



We were blessed by good weather during my whole trip. The forecast had been for rain the whole weekend and it barely sprinkled overnight Saturday night. What a great and rejuvenating escape and time with a dear friend.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

A snow day, just when it is needed

Portland doesn't do well in the snow. Sometimes this makes me laugh and shake my head. Sometimes it makes me thankful when I am ready for and in need of an unplanned day off from work. That was how this day was way back in February.

This is where Ezme spent most of her time...sleeping, on or in between my legs. She was a good source of heat. We cuddled, I crocheted and she slept.


This was the view of outside.



Such a pretty snow.


Late in the morning I decided to take a nap. When I woke up this was the view out my back windows. Where'd the snow go? Don't worry, it snowed again later in the afternoon.



Thanks for a quiet day inside, snow day.

Attention

It has been brought to my attention (from a few people) that I have been neglecting the blog. It is true. I can't deny it. The last post was on April 1st. Well over a month ago, and that was even a scheduled blog, so I don't count it, really. I don't really have an excuse, or a good one anyway. Life has just been moving briskly along.

Anyhow, I just downloaded a load of pictures from my camera and will make it my goal in the next week to update. Look for more posts, mostly, really back-dated...to February, eh em. Actually, I cringe to say, venture all the way back to January if you dare...I am more behind than I had though...Sorry about that. Please forgive!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

"The Earth Laughs in Flowers." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Hood River Valley is a gorgeous area. I love to make the drive and drive the "Fruit Loop" normally this would be done in the fall at harvest time. This year, I ventured into the gorge to head to the Fruit Loop to see the blooming fruit trees in all their glory. It was a stunning day to go. Sunny the whole time. I packed a lunch and headed to Panorama Point Park for a nice picnic lunch among the sunshine and blossoms.


Row upon row and blooming trees...


Looking out over the valley.

The valley, blooming trees and Mt Hood.


A gorgeous day~

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Thirty Floors Up

At our March Girls Group we decided we needed to do something special for our April group. An outing. Downtown. 30 stories up. Home of Portland City Grill. Host to a lovely evening. Only one of the four of us had ever been. Away we went.


Looking North from out window seating.

It has been a cloudy, rainy week, but the sun came out for us.

You can see the Willamette River and the Broadway Bridge.

Looking NW.


Me & Jamie

Rachel and Rose

The sign in the lobby.

Few of the exterior of the building from the street.

Such a pretty building on such a pretty evening.


Our group!


We all had amazing dinners and desserts. Rachel had a martini and I had a glass of wine. It was all delicious. What a treat and special evening with friends!

Friday, April 1, 2011

March Poem of the Month

The River
sung by Garth Brooks

You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores...

And, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry

Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...

Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry

There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all...

Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry

Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry

Sunday, March 6, 2011

No time like the present...

I've always enjoyed watching movies. I've always wanted to watch all the Academy Award Nomination films before the annual award ceremony. I never have. I still aspire to that. I had a friend who did that this year and she is currently my hero. To branch off of that hope, I decided that I would start at the first Academy Award Best Picture Winner and work my way through the LIST! I rented the first winner, Wings, on my way home from church today. And so it begins--I am all settled with the VHS (yes, VHS) in the tape player and am ready to dive into the 1927 world of black and white, epic war film and love story and the beginning of many great movies to come. Thank you Movie Madness for aiding in this indulgence!


Cheers! :)
*post-film viewing critic from a very unqualified movie critic: I thought that the film was well done, especially for the time it was made. There are some pretty impressive aerial shots. I do remember now that silent films are hard for me, as I love to multi-task and needing to pay close attention to a movie, whether silent or foreign and subtitled, is a bit more challenging to me.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Poem of the Month

Unofficial Taps Lyrics
attributed to Robert Ellicombe

Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is near.

Fading light,
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing, near,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun
Neath the stars
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This, we, know,
God is near.