The grandkids had a few days off from daycare, so I got to spend some time helping entertain them last week. One day we went to the Oregon Zoo. When I ride the MAX to and from the airport, I have often imagined what the Zoo was like when the train stops at that station. Now I know. Two animals there especially caught my eye.
I am not sure if I have ever seen a bald eagle, but I know that I have never seen one this close. We were about 3 feet away from this one. I can’t tell if it is the male or the female.
We are so excited to not only be traveling, but especially to see family again. It’s been since October when we were last in Oregon, and Anna and Abby’s Yard has been completed and opened since then.
This playground celebrates the lives of two young girls who died in a freak accident in 2013. A huge tree in front of a house across the street from Rogers Park came down and serves as the foundation of a number of structures in the park. You can see photos of sections of the tree here.
In September when I flew home from Portland, I posted about this art in Terminal E at PDX. Coming home this time I had more time before my flight, and I noticed a companion piece suspended from the ceiling a little further down the corridor.
Once upon a time, in the days of film cameras, my father took a photo of a jagged tree stump in the woods (maybe we were in Ontario, Canada?). We always said that it looked like a castle, and the light through the trees in the background looked like twinkly fairy lights.
I have been thinking about that photo recently, and on our hikes at Lake Tahoe, I looked for some stumps to photograph, but found none.
The past two weeks I have been in Oregon (again!) (during the pandemic, no less) to help with welcoming a new baby granddaughter into the family. Most of the photos I have been taking are of utmost interest to family members, and not many others. However, we did have a nice walk in the Noble Woods before the baby arrived.
Amazingly, after 4 months of being home in Claremont, we made plans to actually get out of California. We quarantined for two weeks and then got into our car and drove 1,000 miles in one day to Forest Grove, Oregon to visit our daughter and her family. Two-year-olds grow and change so much, and after five months, we were delighted to finally be reunited with our grandson.
It’s still safe to go outside, as long as we stay distanced from others, so one day we wandered in the Fernhill Wetlands. This water management facility makes for a lovely outing, with a variety of plants, trees, waterways, birds and many trails.
Oregon is Magic. So say seven murals scattered in various locations throughout the state. The mural in Forest Grove depicts the lovely local wine country.
Last weekend we celebrated my birthday in Forest Grove with the children and grandson and spent a lovely afternoon enjoying the grounds and tasting wine at the David Hill Vineyard and Winery. It’s family and dog friendly, you can bring your own picnic or purchase cheese platters there. The shade trees and Adirondack chairs provided all the comfort you could want.
Out of tragedy, a renewed hope. In 2013 in Forest Grove, Oregon, two young girls, Anna and Abby were tragically killed in a freak accident. Their mom has turned her grief into an outpouring of love, and you can read about it on her website here.
This tree has been decorated in Abby and Anna’s memory at the site of the accident.
Recently an amazingly large tree was cut down across from Rogers Park in Forest Grove as the owners of the house were afraid it would come down by itself and cause damage. This wood will be turned into play structures in the Rogers Park restoration in Anna and Abby’s Yard Memorial Playground.