I am back! Remember on my post last week when I told you I was going on a trip and you all told me to take lots of pictures? Well I did. Of course. And with that I am going to have to break this all down into a few posts. It seems a little excessive to have multiple posts about a few days vacation, but I feel like I time traveled and crossed through different dimensions. Every place I visited has a story attached. There's the history of mining in the area, my own history, the recent murder mystery of my uncle I discovered that sounds like a plot line from a Cormac McCarthy book, and simply the breathtaking landscapes. The particular areas I visited really are like going back in time. I had a feeling wifi may be spotty, but it has been 8 years since I visited the area of Idaho and Montana where I spent some of my most memorable childhood years and there was no wifi for miles and miles. Our motel had a tube tv with a vhs player in it that had no channels but they offered a large collection of VHS tapes in their office/general store that you could rent for free. Almost everything was unchanged, not just since the last time I visited but since I was 5 years old.
This post, however, is just the photos that I took from the road trippin' side of our mini vacation. I don't know what it is but one of my most favorite times to take are photos are always from scenery I find off the side of the road. Whether it be pulling over onto the shoulder off the highway or following a dirt road off the main path that seems to beckon me to find out what is around the corner, and usually I am always moved by the varied landscapes.
Taking a road trip is also one of my favorite things, I love moving, not only through different topographical environments, but cultural ones as well. I always find myself wondering "what do people do here?" And my imagination keeps me from getting bored at the wheel. One of my favorite landscapes, as you might have noticed, are the high deserts we have here in Oregon and Washington. It's so different than the lush green I am used to around Portland and what people most associate with the pacific northwest. It always makes me think of the old west, life before television and internet, homesteaders and ranchers, gold miners and pioneers. I find the landscape and, really, that "hard" life so evocative. Most of the drive back home the temps were between 103 and 109 (not all of Oregon is rainy my friends) and for most of these photos when I got out of my car and stomped around in the dry grasses thousands of grasshoppers would jump and fly in the air, in my face, my hair, my boots. That photo of the grass shrub - it's filled with grasshoppers, which was better than rattlesnakes.
We had a really great time, though I have to say I am happy to be back home in the land of creature comforts. The one movie we got from the motel and watched as we were snuggling in for bed one early evening was Aladdin. The picture quality was terrible but we agreed that it didn't matter because it was Robin Williams voiceover work that makes the movie anyway. We went on to talk about our favorite movies of his and what a good person he was in his "real life" as well. Once we hit the road back home I was eager for word from the outside world - though it was a bit before any radio station came in clear for more than a few seconds. But once they did my re-entry back into the grid was such a sad one. The first full sentence I heard from the airwaves was "you have probably heard by now, but Robin Williams has died from apparent suicide." There was a pause and I thought that I had lost reception, but after a moment the radio announcer got back on apologizing through a broken voice that she didn't think she'd break down saying the words aloud, but that there is genuine heartbreak in realizing a person we all grew up with, who made us laugh and brought us all so much joy was suffering so much inside. Indeed.