Monthly Archives: September 2011

An inordinate fear of lake monsters.

Recently I took a little jaunt to Lucky Lake in the Cascade mountains. The hike was a blood-pumping one mile, the lake was shallow (which means the water was refreshingly cool rather than omg-I-think-I’m-dying freezing like most of the lakes up here), and it was deserted. My hiking buddy and I got to swim, the dog ran around until he was exhausted, and I revealed to yet another human being my absurdly irrational fear of lake monsters. Read the rest of this entry

Roaming at Steelhead Falls, Oregon

roam: verb - To move about without purpose or plan; to wander.

This is Steelhead Falls, one of my top favorite places in Central Oregon to visit in the summer. The dog can run for hours off leash, splashing into the cold river when he gets too hot, and besides the incredible waterfall and swimming hole, you can spend the whole day geeking out on plants. In the Great Basin, some of the most beautiful places (at least to me) are those where the steppe and water meet. Rivers are the lushest places around, and just 20 feet from the bank of this river, the sagebrush and juniper take over. There are tall, ancient cliffs here where ravens and bald eagles nest in safety. On this day, an osprey circled us multiple times before landing in a tree a little ways off. Central Oregon is good fishin’, for mankind and wildlife.

Oh hai! Allow me to introduce myself.

I just realized I haven’t posted in a month and it’s not that I’m offended by my own laziness, it’s that I can’t believe a whole month has gone by and I kind of didn’t notice. That’s summer for you.

Given the short season, I’ve been taking every opportunity I can to enjoy summer. For nearly the entire month of August, I traveled to visit faraway friends, had sleepovers with my girlfriends and their kiddos, took the dog hiking all over the place, went swimming in lakes, and even took a trip to the coast in a ’76 VW van, which broke down and had to be push-started about 10 times in two days. (I honestly couldn’t even believe that a vehicle could just magically START from a few people pushing it. Now I want one.) As you can imagine, every time we parked, we were sure to locate a desolate street with a slight downhill slope and a good 20 or 30 feet of clear space ahead of us. The great thing about being able to push-start one of those things is that it didn’t cut into our shopping time by much.

Why all this blathering? I am going to introduce myself. Cross the jump if you dare! Read the rest of this entry