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Driving Oregon’s Columbia River Gorge

Because of our ever changing schedule, after leaving the organic winery in Carlton, we were at relatives in Turner, Oregon and, according to that day’s plan, we had one more day to visit before leaving for our next WWOOF (World Wide Opportunities On Organic Farms) adventure. 

I’m more of a loner than a person who likes to be surrounded by crowds, but what a great time we had. The house was filled with cousins and their kids on Saturday, with dinner more like a big outdoor picnic than the sit down, dining room table affair it was. The kids had an early soccer game the next day and the house quieted down just after 9:00 pm. On Sunday the sky was blue with a few white clouds over the hills.  All of life is an adventure, if we choose to see it that way.
    
We’d been eating out a lot. Once a month is more than plenty for us.  With all the traveling, once a month had turned into once, twice or more per week because others wanted to eat out, time restraints intervened or it took too much away from our limited time for visiting. The last night in Turner, we ate out again. The food was good, but eating out was taking its toll on our energy.  We left on Tuesday, not as we’d planned, headed north on I-5 and then, in order to miss as much of the Portland traffic as possible, east on the I-205 cutoff.   When we got to Troutdale, we filled the car with gas and, because of our late start, we ate out again. Not a good meal, tasted OK but really drug me down, as in low energy and the feeling of being drugged.

We chose the scenic route, the Old Columbia Gorge Highway, to the mad mouse mindset on the freeway.  We made lots of stops for walks, pictures and to stretch tight muscles.  Multnomah Falls, Horsetail Falls and one of the tunnels, drilled through solid rock when the old highway was first constructed, were only a few of the many photo opportunities along the way.  We arrived in Mosier, Oregon, at the farm that was our next stop, late in the day.  We unloaded our gear, got acquainted with our host, ate dinner and settled in for the night.

The first day’s work was picking edible flowers and tomatoes, then getting everything ready for market. After work, Celinda and I went to Hood River, where there are lots of windsurfers, aka sailboarders, and kite boarders.  We found a cyber cafe with a hi-speed Internet connection and got our computer work done. The connection at the farm was slow and it wasn’t possible to hook my laptop to the Internet.  On our way back to the farm, I got some good pictures of windsurfers and kiteboarders.  The pictures are posted on www.smalltownswest.com.

I was surprised that most windsurfers, and all the kiteboarders that I saw, were wearing crash helmets and other safety gear. It makes sense.  You’re going really fast and landing head first on the board with a crash, could be dangerous or even deadly. The last time I was through there, I was in a kayak on my way west to the ocean and then south offshore, and I don’t remember seeing crash helmets, etc.  I’d like to sail the gorge in a fast boat.  I’ve presented the idea to Wade, the skipper I sailed with at Eagle Lake, California.

With camera ready, I watched one kiteboarder who was consistently going fast and getting airborne.  Even though I didn’t have my telephoto lens, I got a couple of pretty good pictures.  In one, he’s about ten feet above the water.  In another, when the wind changed and his kite collapsed, he made what might be a kiteboarder’s answer to irregularity, a high speed, butt first reentry.  If my shutter finger had been a nano second slower, I’d have gotten a picture perfect jackknife, head up, arms stretched overhead and feet pointed skyward.  It would have been worth framing. 
   
At Mosier, it was warm during the days but cool at night. By midnight it was necessary to crawl under the sheet, but we didn’t need covers.  I got a lot of beautiful sunset and moonrise pictures from the windows of our second story bedroom and, as a bonus, we had a nice late night breeze.

On our second full day, I changed the oil in the tractor, dug garlic, which was almost nonexistent because of the gophers, and harvested parsnips.   Apparently, gophers don’t like parsnips because there was a bumper crop. The garlic, what little there was, went into a bucket for seed in 2009.  After harvesting the parsnips, I trimmed off the stalks and the bottoms of the roots and still had two, overflowing five gallon buckets.  We had some for dinner and they were sweet and delicious.  I didn’t spend a lot of time with my camera; pictures of parsnips are really boring.

French toast with edible flowers…UHHMM.  Carolyn, the lady who owns the farm had discovered, or invented, a really good French toast recipe. She mixes edible flowers in with the batter, and it was on the menu for dinner.

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Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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