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Road Trip to Oregon

I just got home from a week long solo driving tour of Oregon, a state I had not previously visited, and it was awesome. Me and my little orange Prius C took a 1500 mile break from life. No work, no obligations, and all new things to see. I took a lot of photos, walked and hiked many miles, and felt myself decompress from the monotony of day to day repetition of job, gym, home, job, gym, home. By the end of the week, I was still having a great time, and aside from missing my boyfriend, I didn’t want to come home. That is unusual for me when it comes to vacations, as I am usually ready to come home by day 4 or 5. With this though, I felt like I could keep going for another week, maybe another month, maybe forever! Well, it is not to be. I will be back to work tomorrow, on Monday, but before that happens, I wanted to write this post about what I did and saw while it is still fresh in my mind.

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Sunset in Lithia Park, Ashland, Oregon

On Sunday, I drove to Ashland, OR on I-5. The drive was as quick as it could be, and blissfully free of traffic. On the way there, I had my first view of one of California’s tallest mountains, Mt Shasta. I believe it was also the first time in my life I had ever seen a volcano. I crossed the Oregon border for the first time in my life, visiting a new state and the farthest north I have been on the west coast. I spent the afternoon wandering around downtown Ashland and Lithia Park, a beautiful city park. Ashland was adorable. I would have liked to have spent more time there. The next morning I was up before dawn and went out for breakfast at a place that had this beautiful view of Ashland and the surrounding countryside.

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Sunrise in Ashland

Next, I headed to Crater Lake National Park on the way to Portland. The drive there was just lovely, miles and miles of forest and nice easy straight roads. For such a remote park, it was quite easy to access. The view overlooking the mountains around Crater Lake was perfect on such a clear day. I know I got lucky with the weather on this trip, it was all sunny blue skies and 60-70 degree temperatures. Often at this time of year Crater Lake can be snowed in, but no snow had yet fallen.

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View from Crater Lake, looking south. Mt Shasta in the distance

The lake itself, which fills what used to be the top of a large mountain that exploded thousands of years ago in a volcanic eruption, was an amazing deep blue color. The water comes entirely from precipitation, mostly melted snow, making it very pure and clear. There was a lot I learned about the geology of Oregon in this week, and much if it had to do with volcanoes, a new and interesting experience for me having never spent any time in a volcanic landscape before.

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Crater Lake, a lake in a volcano with another volcano in the middle of the lake

When I left Crater Lake, I headed up to Portland. I found out I love Portland. As a person with celiac disease, I was in gluten free heaven. I never realized how deficient the Bay Area is in that regard, but in Portland, I almost felt like a normal person again. Everywhere I ate, I found that people knew what I was talking about with the need to be gluten free, which is not the case where I live, sadly. Even the grocery stores had better GF bread options. I would move to Portland for that alone. Monday evening, I had an amazing dinner at a Peruvian tapas place with a live Spanish guitar player providing wonderful ambiance.

 

Portland-fall colors
Portland OR, Mt Hood in the distance

I stayed in a really nice vacation rental apartment in Beaverton, hosted by a lovely older couple who gave me lots of good tips about things to do. I love meeting people who are obviously proud of the place they live and want to share it with visitors. I took their advice and headed east to the Columbia River Gorge on Tuesday morning to see the views and waterfalls.

Columbia River Gorge
Columbia River Gorge

I stopped at two falls in the gorge, both easy short walks from the parking. What a beautiful place! My first thought upon seeing Latourell Falls was “it’s like Yosemite without the people and with more foliage!” It was early in the morning, which always reduces crowds, but I was amazed to see such astonishing waterfalls in peace and quiet.

Latourell Falls
Latourell Falls

Next I took a short trail to Bridal Veil Falls, another quiet and peaceful place at that time of day. With the soft light of the morning and the fall colors just starting to show, it was a perfect photographer’s place to see.

Bridal Veil Falls
Bridal Veil Falls

I decided not to continue to the famous Multnomah Falls area due to a road closure which would have made visiting it a circuitous drive, and not wanting to deal with the crowds that would surely be at such a popular tourist spot. Instead, I headed back to Portland to Washington Park. First, I visited the rose garden, which was enormous and very impressive.

Portland-rose garden
Washington Park rose garden

Again it was a perfectly sunny day and I enjoyed one of my favorite activities, taking pictures of roses and stopping to smell them.

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One of many photos of roses I took that day

I wavered a little about going into the Japanese Garden because it looked quite busy and there was a fee, but I was so glad I decided to do it. I have been to many Japanese gardens, but this one was by far the nicest and largest I have seen. It was very peaceful, even with the other tourists milling about and I could have stayed there all day.

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Japanese Garden

There were so many beautiful details and the fall colors added a lot to the green and mossy color palette. I would love to see what that place looks like in the fog.

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Mossy stone in the Japanese Gardens

That afternoon I headed to the famous Powell’s City of Books, which was indeed a City of books. Wow! I love books and it was overwhelmingly cool to visit such a huge book store. Finally, in the evening I had Thai food for dinner and wandered around some little shops. It was a perfect day. I probably should have scheduled more time in Portland, the next day I headed south again. Before I left, I met a friend for coffee at a wonderful gluten free bakery where I had a slice of quiche and got some baked goodies to go.

On my way to Eugene, I went to Silver Falls State Park. What an incredible place that turned out to be! I chose to go there because I wanted to do a little hiking on this trip, but being alone, I didn’t want to go anywhere remote and I read that it was quite a popular place. This turned out to be true and even on a Wednesday morning, there were quite a lot of people. But, as with almost any 8 mile hike, people mostly gathered up near the beginning and spread out quite a lot once I got a few miles into it. So I got to enjoy some quiet solitude in nature, while also feeling like it was a pretty safe place to be alone.

Silver Falls fall colors
Fall colors at Silver Falls State Park

The falls combined with the fall colors created a sublime scene. Around every corner, there was a photographer’s dream composition. And there were 10 big waterfalls on the trail, a few of which had trails that took you behind the falls. Again, I felt like it was just as cool as Yosemite, and nowhere near as crowded. Silver Falls could easily be a National Park, but I’m glad it’s not since most people have never heard of it and that means it’s not completely overrun with tourists on a sunny October weekday.

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Waterfalls and fall colors, photography dream come true

That evening I arrived I Eugene and I was beat. So I had dinner at “home” (the little cottage I rented) and spent the evening relaxing. Thursday, I walked around downtown Eugene and visited an art museum on campus before having another memorable gluten free dinner. There is a burger joint there, Dickie Jo’s, that has gluten free options and even a dedicated fryer. It had been years since I had a “fast food style” burger and fries. Such a simple thing, but it was a great treat since I can never have it, no matter how good it sounds.

Friday, I was time to start heading home. I decided to drive to the coast so that I could see something different than I had seen on the way up, opting to take 101 South instead of I-5. The drive from Eugene to the coast through fall colored forest and fog in the morning was beautiful. It was very foggy on the coast, so it was some time before I saw the ocean.

My trusty Prius C
My trusty Prius C parked along the coastal highway in the fog

When the ocean finally came into view, it was gorgeous and sparkling as usual. The drive along the Oregon coast in this area is not treacherous like it is on 1 in California. It was a nice easy highway drive with lots of places to stop and admire the Pacific.

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Pacific Ocean beach in Oregon

When I crossed the state line back into California, it was early afternoon and there was time to stop and see my friends, the redwood trees. Since I had just been to Redwood National and State Parks earlier this summer, I was already familiar with the area and knew just where I wanted to go. First I stopped at Jedediah Smith to visit the Stout Grove, which I am convinced has real magic in it. Visiting ancient redwoods is like time travel to me. They have been standing there for longer than my imagination can encompass. The late day light was lovely.

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Stout Grove at Jed Smith

Then I drove south through Prairie Creek on the Newton B Drury scenic parkway. Wow! That is a gorgeous drive. It was getting dark by that point, so I didn’t have time to do any visiting with the trees, but I really enjoyed the view from the car. A lot of the trip was like that. I could have stopped to take pictures every few minutes, but then I never would have gotten anywhere, so it will just have to live in my memory.

Finally it was time to head home on Saturday. After staying the night in Arcata, I got up early and headed to Humboldt Redwoods Avenue of the Giants. There, I visited the Grieg-French Bell Grove, which I did not see when I was in Humboldt earlier this summer. Oh how lovely and peaceful it was early in the morning. I was the only person there, even on a Saturday.

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Humboldt in the morning

From there, I headed home. 101 south from Oregon is a much more interesting drive than I-5, but not as fast. I ended up coming back over the Golden Gate Bridge, which had its fair share of tourists doing the same thing I had been doing for the last week, gawking and taking photos of the beautiful foggy Marin headlands. I was tempted to stop myself, but I live here. I can go take that photo any time and I was feeling pretty worn out from the long week of driving.

C590DBC4-92D6-471C-80C1-E4C3E1B17585I had a great time on this trip and I really loved Oregon. Now that I have done this whirlwind tour, I have ideas about where I’d like to visit again and spend more time. Portland turned out to be just as cool as it seemed to me from reading about it, and I would like to move there some day when I am ready for the next change of scenery. All told, it was a perfect week and I loved every minute of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wildflowers of South Skyline

Wildflower season continues and the hills are still green, but they are showing signs of imminent browning. Soon we will return to the Bay Area of Golden hills, after this brief interlude of green. I wandered through four adjacent parks today, Monte Bello, Coal Creek, Russian Ridge, and Skyline Ridge.  Around every bend I was greeted by magnificent views and an abundance of many kinds of wildflowers. I’m focusing this post on the flowers, and may return with some vistas tomorrow or later in the week.

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Yosemite in Black and White

Yosemite in April, and the weather was perfect. The waterfalls were raging and making rainbows in the mist. There was a half moon hanging in the clear blue sky in the afternoon. The rockface was shining in the sun, melting snow sending water pouring down. There were faces in the rocks.

I’d never been to Yosemite before, and I saw the famous landmarks and hiked up the side of a giant waterfall. Tonight I edited some of my photos from the first day in black and white, like Ansel Adams. I thought Ansel Adams was a woman until not that long ago. I never knew anyone named Ansel and it struck me as a woman’s name for some reason. Even though I have now seen photos of him and I know he was a man, I still have this residual feeling in my head that the photos were taken by a woman.

Well, a woman did take these photos:

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Berry Creek Falls, Big Basin

The last time I visited Big Basin, I had not yet learned to shoot with a DSLR and was still taking pictures with my iPhone. High contrast nature scenes, like what you find in a shady forest with dark shadows and bright patches of sunlight, are one of the situations where phone photography falls short. So it was really fun to revisit this park with a real camera. We hiked out and back to Berry Creek Falls. Along the way, we saw blooming redwood sorrel, wake robin, canada violet, star solomon’s seal, and more forest flowers. It’s the perfect time of year for a waterfall hike here, right after the rain, wildflower season in full effect. Big Basin has some of the most beautiful redwood forest in the Bay Area.

 

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Methuselah and Tafoni

I headed up to El Corte de Madera this morning, a park I haven’t been to in awhile. It’s a large park, with almost an overwhelming array of trail choices. First I stopped off on the opposite side of Skyline Blvd and took a look at a 1900 year old tree, aptly named Methuselah. Then I headed into the park. Usually when I go hiking I make a clear plan about what I’m going to do, sometimes with an option to make it shorter if I get worn out.  But today I just decided to choose whichever trail seemed more attractive when I came to a junction (and refer to a map of course to make sure there was a plausible way back). I found this quite enjoyable and ended up doing a 6.6 mile loop that took me to see the Tafoni sandstone formation for which the park is known and back to my car in a loop.

I got to thinking about how I tend to choose a loop at a given park and do it over and over again. Nothing wrong with that, but I realized there are a lot of trails I’ve never seen even within parks I have been to many times. So I decided I would start keeping track of the trails I hike on a big paper map I have of the whole area (from Redwood Hikes, by the way, excellent maps) and make an effort to diversify my trail selection. I am probably missing some hidden gems.

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Polly Geraci Trail

When I go to Pulgas Ridge, I almost always do the longer loop, which means I almost never go on the Polly Geraci trail. This trail cuts through the middle of the park, essentially halving the distance of the loop. Yesterday afternoon, I decided to take it for a change and to slow down and look for small things to photograph instead of having to keep a good pace, as the sun still sets pretty early.

There’s a particular type of wildflower I’ve wanted to see again ever since I saw it years ago. I’ve been looking for this flower in the place I remember seeing it before, and it has never reappeared there. When I went on the Polly Geraci trail yesterday, I saw hundreds of them! Quite exciting. I’m hoping I can get back out there with my macro lens tomorrow. The flower is small and hard to notice as its coloring is green and black, it blends in with the surrounding foliage rather than standing out like more colorful wildflowers. So it is fortuitous that I happened to be looking for small things on a day when it is blooming. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about slinkpod (the name I have decided is best.)

Scoliopus bigelovii is a species of flowering plant in the lily family known by several common names, including California fetid adderstongueBigelow’s adderstongueslinkpod, and brownies. It is native to California, where it is known from San Luis Obispo County, parts of the San Francisco Bay Area and North Coast Ranges. It has also been collected just over the border in Oregon.[1][2] It occurs in old-growth forest in the understory of redwoods. It grows in mossy, moist places, often in shade.”