Cape Blanco sort of day

Beautiful clouds though the wind gusts almost blew me away…..


There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. 
Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

‘shroom in the woods

A perfect day for a hike at Cape Blanco presented this lovely fungus specimen.


I wasn’t tempted to try it for dinner.


Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky.
But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind. 
Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never

it’s that time of year again…


Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. 
Albert Camus

storm surge at Shore Acres

On a bright, clear, sunny day, somewhere out there to the west a big storm must have been brewing… it makes for some truly spectacular and exciting waves on our shores…shore_acres-8156

Note the people standing at the fence on the cliff near the right edge for a bit of perspective or scale.shore_acres-8157

We walked over to where those folks were standing and encountered a few that were thoroughly soaked.shore_acres-8158

The energy that comes with this explosion of surf is pretty incredible.


For a video of an earlier storm: (if you’re short on time, jog forward to around the 6:00 minute mark)

the gathering storm


Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

going a little bit crazy

…or perhaps a whole lot crazy? It was all those crazy colored hills that did it! But I simply couldn’t resist.untitled-2

 There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened. 
Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe


According to the National Park Service, describing the Sheep Rock Unit at John Day Fossil Beds National Monument:

The predominant exposures of green rock seen on Sheep Rock are a multitude of reworked layers of volcanic ash. The rich green color of the claystone was caused by chemical weathering of a mineral called celadonite. This happened millions of years ago as water moved through the alkaline ash beds under high pressure.

(click on any image for a slideshow… or see previous post for a more general view of the location.)

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself. 
Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

Island in Time Trail

This was one of the most fun hikes I’ve taken in a long time. The eerie, other-wordly blue-green of the landscape was totally captivating. I’ll start with the beginning of the hike where the colors began to appear… there’s more to come as I dove into the bizarre shapes and colors…


The hint of blue-green to come on the hillside ahead…


Footbridges to get across the gully… we were warned of thirteen (that’s 13!!!) footbridges that dogs might object to along the way, but our pup didn’t hesitate, nor seem to notice.


The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust

things to come…

The John Day Fossil Beds National Monument is a pretty amazing place. For now, I’ll just provide a taste of the scene shot from the Paleontology Center before we ventured out to hike. I have quite a few images to sort through yet from this amazing hike. The skies were wonderfully overcast and didn’t seem to interfere with capturing the beauty of this weird and wonderful area.


What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. … In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.
John Lubbock, The Beauties of Nature and the Wonders of the World We Live in

Leaving Joseph…

Finally some clouds…


The road that led away from our idyllic lakeside hideout.hells_canyon-7646

After the storm, the clouds put on the show I’d been waiting for…


A touch of snow on those mountain peaks might have been frosting, but that might be something to come back for…hells_canyon-7634

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays


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