Saturday, June 15, 2019

The Oregon Garden

The Oregon Garden near Salem is an 80-acre botanical garden featuring plants of the Willamette Valley in central Oregon.  Not only do they have 4 miles of trails through the garden, we saw many beautiful plants, flowers and trees.

I had never seen conifer trees with healthy yellow needles on the ends of the branches.

I know that some of these plants are called hen and chickens but I don't know what all of them are named.

One area featured artistic pruning of the trees.  Look at this branch.


The wetland area included flowering lily pads.

These flowers are very fragrant.  I wish I could remember what they are.  I don't have our tree book with us. It doesn't do me any good here when I leave it in Arizona.

These are delicate and pretty.

I like this mass planting of marigolds.

We saw some really interesting sunflower-shaped flowers.

The roses are spectacular in the garden.

Very attractive ground cover.

This was interesting moss.

We saw several nice water falls.

These bell-shaped flowers grow all over Oregon.  Anyone know their name?  The inside of the pink flowers are spotted.

We even saw Tinker Bell in the children's garden.

In Arizona, poppies only bloom in yellow.

We spotted the lock ness monster in one of the wetland pools.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Woolen Mill

We had never been in Salem, Oregon, before, but it is the capital  city, in the center of the state. We had several interesting days there.  The Thomas Kay Woolen Mill/Willamette Heritage Center was an important outing.

The mill was established in 1889.  No longer a working mill, it was a forerunner of Pendleton Woolen Mill.  There we learned not only about weaving wool but also about the history of the Oregon Trail and settlers who came in 1841.

This map shows the trail route.  What a long trip by covered wagon or on horseback.  We were especially interested in this history since we know something about John's ancestors who were born in 1849 in Ohio and later moved to Texas.

This is the former home of the Methodist minister who came on the Oregon Trail.  At one point he housed several Methodist missionaries in rooms on the second floor.

This machine combed the woolen fibers so they could then we cleaned and woven.  The climate in central Oregon is favorable not only to raising fruit trees and other produce, but also to raising sheep.

This is the channel where water that created power for the mill flows back to it's river home.

A bedroom in the parsonage.

The sitting room.

There was a retail shop at the mill that sold yarn.  This selection should be a dream for knitters.

There were also lots of small patches of various colored woolen fabric.

There are sold to artists who want to created pictures like this.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Diamond Lake (But Not Crater Lake)

From Crooked River, we were on to Diamond Lake.  This area really feels like the forests around Colorado, especially like in Mueller State Park where we volunteered in 2013.  

We are in the Diamond Lake Resort RV Park which feels like a U S Forest Service campground except we have full hookups.  Pretty nice when the overnight lows are in the high 30s and low 40s.

Diamond Lake is large and popular.  But it is early in the summer season and there aren’t many people here, yet. 

 In fact, we are just about 20 miles north of Crater Lake;  But it seems you can’t get there from here, at least not without driving around 40+ miles to come in from the east side.  We discovered that the north entrance road is closed to all except skiers and snowmobiles.  If only there was still snow still on the ground.  We are glad we saw Crater Lake years ago.  It is beautiful.  We weren’t interested in over 80 miles of driving to see it this time. Here is a link to my post on our 2008 visit to that lake. Crater Lake

Instead, we took a good hike down along the lake shore and to a small lake, Teal Lake.

The internet signal was weak in the campground unless we were close to the lake.  What to do?  Find a picnic table next to the shore and surf the web.

Monday, June 10, 2019

We Made It!

This was our view across Crooked River looking at the stone mountain on the other side.  One day we decided it would be a good place for a hike.

As we hike up the mountain, we had a different view looking back at where we had come.

This is Smith Rock.  Smith Rock State Park is a favorite place for rock climbers and we could watch them as we hiked.  If you look closely, just below the dark colored rock at the top of the pinnacle, you can see a solitary climber making his way slowly upwards.  You probably can't make out the rope he was using to keep him from falling.

As we began our hike earlier, we heard a woman climber had fallen,  She also had been solo.  When we came back down, we learned she had fallen on her back, but was lucid and able to move everything.

Look at the very top near the center and you will see a climber getting ready to begin repelling down the pinnacle on a different side than above.  Before he began, he dropped a heavy green rope down the side, yelling "rope" to warm anyone below that it was coming down. We watched him come all the way down.  The second climber remained at the top followed him down. They then slowly pulled that rope through whatever anchored it at the top, then carried their ropes and equipment back to the parking lot.  We passed them on the trail later.

In the center of this photo you can see the riverfront trail we would use to return to out campground after we went down the trail you see closer to the lower right corner of the picture.  I find going up a steep trail easier then going down.  All the way up, I kept thinking--if I go up, I have to come down.  It will be hard!

The trail across the top from where we came up to the beginning of the trail that goes back down to the river is called misery ridge.  It was just about the easiest part of the trail.

The scenery from the top of the mountain was beautiful.

There were very old cedar trees with fascinating twisted  trunks and branches.

John took this photo of me as we approached the top of the mountain.  That location reminds me of the trail to the top of Fremont Saddle in the Superstition Mountains in Arizona.

Here I am waiting for John to follow me up the trail.

A great view.

You can see why the river is named Crooked.

Checking Out Sisters

Our next stop was Terrebonne, Oregon.  We stayed several days at Crooked River Ranch RV.  On my birthday we drove to nearby Sisters to shop and have lunch.  The town is named after 3 mountains nearby, called the 3 sisters.  This is a photo of one of them.

We looked around an amazing clock store.  They sold about every kind of clock you can imagine, as well as repairing clocks and watches.  Just look at some of what we saw there.

At the Sisters Saloon and Grill, we both had a French dip sandwich and sweet potato fries and a beer.  Really good and I love sweet potato fries.

We saw this one-of-a-kind truck camper.  The man standing behind it had built it.  We commented on it and he said, "well, it hasn't fallen off yet!"

Sisters is full of large evergreen trees.

Along the road near our RV park we saw this field of alpacas.  In Sisters we stopped in the alpaca store.  They had some beautiful clothing.  I would have bought something if we spent our winters where it is cold.