Scott picked these blackberries this morning while fishing for steelhead salmon in a river 40 minutes from where we are staying. They were still warm from the morning sun and incredibly sweet and juicy.Read More
In leaving the serenity of the Sea Perch and slow-down pace of Yachats, we questioned our sanity. But this first leg of our trip was somewhat on a schedule, and family members in the Seattle area were looking forward to our arrival. To keep the drive pleasant and the miles to Seattle manageable, we decided we’d spend a few nights in Lincoln City, midway up the Oregon coast.
It’s interesting how the coast can change within less than a hundred miles. In Yachats we had looked forward each day to exploring the tide pools nested among rocky and barnacle-crusted mounds. Here, the terrain was vastly different, the beach stretching out in one continuous strip of sand. The expanse made for some good beach walking and people-watching, too.Read More
Being a guest blogger on cowgirlchronicles.com is a serious gig and I only hope that my editor/publisher (that would be Janie) finds some value in my contributions. That said, however, I don’t intend to be a blog hack and write about whatever subject my editor feels appropriate. Therefore, my first offering will not be, as Janie mentioned in a recent post, about our outing to the Deschutes Brewery in Bend, Ore., but rather about signs.Read More
Greetings, friends, from Yachats! As I write this, I am watching the Dbacks game via one of our new Airstream enhancements – our roof-mounted Direct TV HD satellite dish. LOVE IT! We’ve had cable TV capability for a while now, but I couldn’t stand leaving the Valley of the Sun not knowing how my baseball team was faring. Thanks to the dish and Fox Sports Arizona, I am all set. (Now those boys of summer better get their game on – still trailing by 4.5 games but looking up.)Read More
On our second day out – that would be the arduous drive through the Mojave Desert from Barstow to Mammoth Lakes, CA – I asked Scott if we could stop upon finding some kind of Dairy Queen-like establishment. He looked at me with a totally deadpan face and said, “Janie, this is not vacation; this is real life.”
I think what he meant to say is “You can’t have ice cream sundaes every day we’re out on the road,” but all I could do is laugh. Seriously, Scott? Except for the inferno temperatures, I was thinking “vacation” and “real life” were pretty much the same. I mean, really … this sure beats any staff meeting I’ve ever been in, you know?Read More