![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Drive on the wild side
Here's the story: I got depressed. I let myself get too far down. I needed to do something to recharge my batteries. I used 2.5 gallons of gas, drove nearly 100 miles rt, and got me some nature.
I started out in town, where I spied this Security company van. Take a good look at the handle on the left. Notice anything dangling? Yes, those are keys dangling from the padlock. Stand back, folks, we're professionals...
The first place I stopped was Clemens Park. No, nothing to do with Mark Twain. The Clemens family are lumber barons who have donated land to the county. They also started the Clemens scholarship, which used to guarantee that every child that graduated from Philomath High School would have a scholarship to an Oregon college. Unfortunately, the heirs got conservative and decided that the public school system was "too liberal". The scholarship endowment languishes.
This was the last place I fished with my Dad.
Sword ferns and moss laden trees
A baby catfish.
Next stop: Alsea Falls park.
The old stumps of cedar trees show that this is a second growth forest.
The Alsea River, above the falls.
Alsea Falls, from above. This water is mountain runoff. Very cold.
Upper falls, from below.
A Salmonberry. They tend to be a bit tart, but yummy.
I started out in town, where I spied this Security company van. Take a good look at the handle on the left. Notice anything dangling? Yes, those are keys dangling from the padlock. Stand back, folks, we're professionals...
The first place I stopped was Clemens Park. No, nothing to do with Mark Twain. The Clemens family are lumber barons who have donated land to the county. They also started the Clemens scholarship, which used to guarantee that every child that graduated from Philomath High School would have a scholarship to an Oregon college. Unfortunately, the heirs got conservative and decided that the public school system was "too liberal". The scholarship endowment languishes.
This was the last place I fished with my Dad.
Sword ferns and moss laden trees
A baby catfish.
Next stop: Alsea Falls park.
The old stumps of cedar trees show that this is a second growth forest.
The Alsea River, above the falls.
Alsea Falls, from above. This water is mountain runoff. Very cold.
Upper falls, from below.
A Salmonberry. They tend to be a bit tart, but yummy.