Autumn in Madras photo challenge

Getting back into exploring my new town ….. is it still new after 7 months?? …. and appreciating all the wonders that Autumn has to offer.  Here are the photos from this weeks self-driven photo challenge: A stroll through the local walking park…. Flowers after the first real freeze. Photo collage of leaves high, middle,…

Back into Blogging

Hi guys, I’m back.  Sorry I’ve been away for so long. This summer was fantastic for hiking, camping, reading, chilling with my family, backyard grilling, & staring at the sun, but it was hell on on my blog up-keep.  😦 Oh, and I pretty much jumped off the  photo-taking cliff. Arrggg!! Now that autumn is in the air, the kids…

Morning walks ~ weekly photo challenge

via Photo Challenge: Morning This weeks photo challenge word is Morning. High desert mornings are for walking. Before the sun completely warms the earth, my kids and I head out – with coffee or tea in hand – to explore our town. Madras has amazing walking paths, one of which leads up to this view point.  Our…

Flip-flops & Tank Tops

No matter where you are, local seasons can be measured in unique ways. In Alaska, summers were measured by the number of bonfires & potlucks attended, by how many salmon we caught, or how tall the fire-weed grew. Autumn was measured by whether or not you got a moose, and winter by the snow depth, by the wildness of the…

To market, to market…. Saturdays in Madras

I absolutely LOVE farmer’s markets; each one is a patchwork quilt of booths vying for my attention. Like a butterfly searching for flowers, I seek markets everywhere I travel & I save my spare pennies to support the ones near home. Arriving as early as possible, coffee mug & treasure seeker’s bag in tow, I set out to…

Mini-Roadtrippin’ Adventures, Part 2

2White Water Rafting (!!!) with High Desert River Outfitters in Maupin First off, I want to kick myself.  We went white water rafting and I somehow managed to take ZERO photos of the river.  None! Nada! Zilch!  I can hardly believe how lame that is.  I mean, I wasn’t going to take my camera on the…

Mini-Roadtrippin’ Adventures, Part I

2016 Summer Roadtrippin’ Adventures Part I – Crystal Crane Hotsprings:  The day after school let out we hit the road in search of one of our family’s favorite things….hot springs!  (The abundance of hot springs in Oregon was a large factor in us choosing this as our new home state, and we intend to experience them…

let the summer adventures begin!!

Today is the kids last day of school which means its time to clean the car, scrub the ice-chest, pack up the tent, dig out the sleeping bags, & plan this weekend’s menu cause tomorrow is officially summer break…….ROADTRIP!! Time to get out and smell the sagebrush. 🙂 Camping adventures are a big part of our…

Nana would have loved it here

Today is my Mother-in-law’s birthday. She would have been 54. She is the reason we picked Oregon as our new home; her stories of a childhood in the Pacific Northwest were enchanting.  The coast was her favorite. She loved the ocean breeze and the sand on her feet. She adored shrimp, oysters, & clams, anything…

Canvassing Madras – meeting my neighbors

I’m sure you can tell which candidate I support, but that’s not the point of this post. Nope, this post isn’t just about politics, it’s about discovering the people of my new community and seeing if there are many (any??) like me. To date, Madras seems fairly apolitical. There are a few pick-up trucks flying…

For the love of Rain

My feelings about the drops-that-fall-from-the-sky depend greatly on my surrounding climate.  In Alaska, rain was the cold, slippery, evil enchantress that rose from the depths to ruin my love for the great northland.  A soggy, dark, murky, frigid, evil water nymph she was.  Yet in Madras, rain drops are a goddesses tears of joy feeding my thirsty garden…

Madras is not a Cycling town…yet.

Urban cycling is a new experience for me so its nice to figure it all out in a small place.  I’m probably the only person that would ever consider a bike ride in Madras to be in the realm of an urban cycling experience, but in my past life the nearest traffic light was over 7o miles…