Wanderings

 

 

In addition to fiddling and dancing, we like to wander. If you see us out and about, say “hi.”

 

The morning after a contra dance, a kitchen session in Cascade, Idaho (February 2007).

 

Here's our shop set up at the 2006 National Old Time Fiddlers Contest in Weiser, Idaho.

 

This is the shop area at the College of Redwoods violin-making course taught by Boyd Poulsen in July, 2006. Boyd is on the left, doing a bit of graduation work. For more info, go to www.redwoods.edu/events/violin.asp .

 

Here's a group on violin-makers on top the big rock at Trinidad, California.

And here's the view from the top.

 

Here’s a photo from our house in Nampa, Idaho, on a Sunday morning in October.

 

The Snake River is about 12 miles south of our house.

 

For millennia, salmon migrated down and then up the river, providing food for people and animals. No more. We do have the rock carvings of the Native Americans to remember those times.

 

Another photo of the same boulder, with some size perspective.

 

These nearby carvings are similarly sized.

 

Here is a shot of Alturas Lake just before a mid-September sunrise.

 

 

This is a small, but pretty (and noisy) waterfall along the trail between Petit and Alice Lakes in the Sawtooth Wilderness Area of Idaho.

 

This is the Malheur River, near Juntura, Oregon. Peter Skeene Ogden’s trapping party camped at this site in the early 1800s. It’s right next to the highway, but always strikes me as a peaceful place, and a nice place to stretch your legs while driving
across eastern Oregon.

Here's Highway 395 in Eastern Oregon. Speed limit is 55 mph. Straight stretches exceeding 20 miles, a few ups and downs. A long go.

The reward near the southern Oregon end of Highway 395 is Lake Abert. Nice tight curves, plenty of gulls, wind gusts, and the thought that at any moment, a large section of cliff will fall on you. Just like a cup of coffee after the long highway drive.

Here we are in downtown Bend, Oregon. They have a nice park near the revived old downtown. I remember Bend when it was a small town just on the High Oregon Desert. It was discovered, and the place is really jumping now. Llamas, telecommuters, and sky-high real estate prices. But it’s a beautiful place, and we’d like to figure out some way of living there.

It’s hard to see in this photo, but the clouds had lifted and the snow-covered peaks really shined in the background.

We got out to the Oregon coast around New Years 2006. Here’s a scene from an overlook on Cape Arago.

This is a nice rock in the ocean near Bandon, Oregon. The sun was hitting just right, showing the green growing on the top, and a week of storms had the surf fairly high. I’ve never been there, but it reminded me of photos of the Irish coast.

Here's Mt. Shasta, in Northern California, on a Sunday morning in August, 2007.

 

January 2008. We snowshoed up to Banner Ridge, where we had a lunch of cheese and wine. On the way back down, we passed through a narrow section, deeply rutted, and you couldn't go around, and it was nearly too narrow for my old wood-and-rawhide snowshoes. My wife snapped this photo right after I had tagged a treebranch, dumping snow on me.