Early July began with record breaking temperatures for Southern Oregon, and for much of the west. For us, the 116 degree temperatures moderated a bit to a livable 100 degrees. Amazing how good that feels even when the thermometer hits 100 several days in a row. So far, a couple of weeks into the month we haven’t experienced those awful 100 teens plus days since that first week. I hope we don’t get them again. In addition, in spite of the seriously hot weather and afternoon winds, we don’t have any fires locally. The biggest fire in the country right now is the Bootleg Fire, northeast of Kamath Falls, but the smoke is heading east and here in Grants Pass the skies are a gorgeous clear blue.
Going to the Lavender Festival inspired me and on the first day of the month I decided I should cut the lavender. The bees weren’t happy with me. They seem to love lavender more than just about anything in the yard, except for the bird bath which they have taken over completely as their very own summer water fountain. I try to be sure it is full every day. Bees need water and these are very sweet friendly honey bees that buzz around like crazy but never bother me.
A photo from my little shop in Wallace, Idaho
I decided it was time to make a wreath. I used to make so many of them when I was making a living growing and selling crafted dried flowers on the show circuit and in my little shop in Wallace, Idaho. After I let that business go to once again make my living digging holes in the dirt, I never made another wreath until now. I tried a small wreath of lavender. It took four full large bushes of fully blooming lavender to finish that wreath. Hanging it on the door, I delighted in the fragrance, if not the tiny little lavender flowers that shed all over the porch every time I open and close the front door. Who knows how long it will last or how long it will keep shedding.
July 4th this year was a treat. Especially after our nothing celebration last year because of Covid and everyone feeling much safer just staying at home. This year I asked Daughter Melody if we could come to her house for the day. She was thrilled, and even gave up the annual Fourth of July party that she traditionally shares with her Albany friends. Daughter Deb was going too, and decided to drive her own car since we had a bunch of “stuff” in our car. Grandson Matthew was going to go but at the last minute he had to opt out due to concerns with the couple that he helps to caretake. He had no one at the house to help and couldn’t leave Karen alone with the blood pressure and heart rate issues she was having. Next year we will celebrate minus Melody, but with a local picnic maybe Matthew will be able to participate. So hard to get everyone in the same place anymore.
The drive north on the Fourth was easy, just 3 hours to Melody’s house in the car. We opted to leave the MoHo at home since there really isn’t any place to park it at Melody’s house. Daughter Melody and Robert did a great job fixing up the guest bedroom with a cooling gel mattress pad, new comfy sheets and pillows, and a big fan in the window. Such a nice retreat it was for us.
By the time we arrived just after 11, Deborah was already there helping Melody lay out the huge feast of goodies she had prepared for the family. Somehow the giant tray of veggies and dip went by the wayside as we all gobbled up Robert’s traditional deviled eggs. No longer just for Easter, Robert’s eggs are a tradition whenever we all get together. Deborah made a delicious guacamole which kept me quite happy.
Grandkids, Axel and Xavier, with Axel’s sweetie, Pi, showed up by early afternoon. Axel and Pi are “new” even though they have known each other for over two years. At 28 years old, it is a good thing that Axel now at last has a solid, good relationship to enjoy.
My grandson Xavier was looking wonderful as well, putting on some weight and working at a job he loves. He is working in telephone sales for Cricket. Indoors, air conditioning, no heavy lifting, and plenty of percs and benefits. He likes it a LOT better than working in the produce department at Fred Meyer, which was the job he had before COVID required that he not work in that unsafe environment. Type 1 Diabetes is nothing to fool with, and he couldn’t risk being exposed to COVID. The entire family is fully vaccinated now and it is such a relief to worry a bit less about exposure to the virus at last.
The day was simple and easy with lots of talking and visiting. Melody and the kids and I walked the two blocks to the city park and the river. Pioneer Park is a popular place on the fourth and many families were camping and enjoying picnics at the big tables in the shade. Mattie went completely crazy with all the excitement of the river, the kids, and all the people. I did not manage to take a single photo of the excitement. It was hot and we were all quite happy to return to the cool living room for the rest of the afternoon.
Somehow we didn’t manage time for games, and by 3:30 Robert fired up the grill for supper by 5. It was amazing watching him manage all the different requests from each guest. Robert cooked filet mignon steaks, hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken legs, and four racks of ribs. Everything turned out perfectly, well almost. Some of us thought the ribs were a bit too done, but the kids loved them and took all the leftovers home. Not a thing went to waste….then again I am sure much went to our waists!
After dinner we visited some more. The kids left around 7 since they didn’t want to drive back to Albany after dark. It’s only a 20 minute drive or so for them, but with holiday crazies running around on the highway between Brownsville and Albany they thought it would be better to lay low in their own apartment for the evening.
The five of us ate some more goodies and waited until about 9 to gather up our chairs and walk down to the park once again for the fireworks.
The show was put on by the Brownsville Fire Department and they did a spectacular job. I have seen shows in much bigger cities that weren’t as wonderful as this show. It was also good to know that the fire department was making sure that everyone was safe and no stray sparks were unattended. I loved every minute of it.
The next morning we had a wonderful breakfast with bagels and Deborah’s egg bake casserole and more visiting before Deborah left for home and Mo and I headed south toward our next adventure.
July 5 Visiting Wildlife Safari in Winston
I think I went to Wildlife Safari a very long time ago, when Melody lived in Medford. All I remember is being with Melody and her mother-in-law, Donna, and Axel who was just a little one. I remember the cheetahs behind the fence and how much Axel loved cheetahs. Mo had never been to the Wildlife Safari. It isn’t far from Grants Pass, maybe 80 miles or so, and is a popular place to take out of town guests. Crater Lake, the Coast, Wildlife Safari, and the Hellgate Jetboats on the Rogue are the go to activities for company. Pretty sure Crater Lake and the Coast win hands down. We have talked about going the Safari a few times, and yesterday when I mentioned it again, Mo said, why not tomorrow on our way home from Brownsville.
In spite of the mid day hour, the heat, and the holiday, we decided to give it a try. We were happy to learn that even though dogs are not allowed in your car when traveling through the park, there are nice kennels provided for them to be safely housed during your visit. The kennels are free if you bring your own lock, but they will provide a padlock that you can keep for $5. Not bad to keep Mattie cool and safe while we explored. We decided to do the walkable portion of the park first. The area isn’t too big to walk in a short time and the gardens and shade trees are lovely. Most of the animals were lounging in the shade, too hot to move around much, and often hidden in their dark lairs so we weren’t able to see all of them. The tortoise was slowly meandering around his enclosure with a leaf in his mouth. Such fascinating creatures! The lions were pacing near the feeding area, but too far from the viewing platform to see them very well. The wolves from South America were completely zonked in the heat, very little movement from them.
The rest of the area is geared to families and kids, with a couple of eating establishments for snack food, and some exhibits geared to kids enjoyment. I think we stayed maybe an hour at most before getting in line for the slow meander in our car around the wild animal area where most animals roam freely and humans must remain in their cars.
Some of the animals from Africa, who seemed to be immune to the intense heat, were roaming about. Several were eating in the shade shelters which made photography a bit difficult, but as we rounded a curve to the area where feeding cups could be purchased, the emus, rheas, and several varieties of young deer were milling about begging for food from people in their cars. A lovely rhea poked his head in our window and looked rather disgusted that we had no food for him.
As we approached the cheetah area, there wasn’t a cheetah in sight, but there was a big jam up of cars. People were instructed at the beginning of the tour to stay to the right to let people pass if they wished, but many folks had no clue about how to do that. Drivers of cars full of young kids parked in the middle of the road, with no room on either side for passing.
We finally meandered along with the rest, but not without a few impatient exclamations from Mo and from me now and then. It was hot and many of the animals were not to be seen. We missed the rhino, the cheetahs, the yaks, and the hippos. Actually, we didn’t miss the hippos completely because as we passed I am pretty sure that two large gray rocks were actually hippos.
We enjoyed the Safari somewhat, but I think the most excitement came from Mattie when I picked her up from the kennel.
07-08 Driving up to Recreation Creek and Malone Springs.
With the heat in triple digits for days on end, Mo and I wondered when we might have a chance to get our butts in the boats again. We scheduled a day trip to Rocky Point for a nice early morning kayak after I looked at the temperatures and decided Thursday was the only day that it was to be less than 100 degrees in the Basin. We planned to leave early, and I packed a tuna sandwich lunch for us and we were in the truck by 7. When we travel, the kayaks are lifted on top of the Tracker and tied down. Requires quite a bit of effort, climbing up and down on a step to reach the straps, and getting all safely balanced and secured. We decided that for a simple day trip we could take the pickup. Loading the kayaks is considerably easier with the pickup. They still have to be lifted, but not nearly as high, and strapping them down is much simpler.
The route to Malone Springs, a few miles north of Rocky Point, is easy, and requires traveling from Grants Pass toward Medford, turning east near Central Point and traveling Highway 140 over the High Lakes Pass toward the east slope of the Cascades. Malone Springs is about half way between the Rocky Point boat launch and the northern terminus of Crystal Creek at Crystal Springs. We have kayaked the entire length of the canoe trail from end to end and through the marsh many times. This time, however, we decided to put in at Malone Springs and kayak south toward Rocky Point. We haven’t been in the kayaks since last year, and both of us were just a little bit apprehensive about our ability to get back out of the kayaks at the end of our paddle. We decided on paddling south for just and hour before turning around to be sure we didn’t do more than we could manage.
I was worried about my left shoulder which has been acting up lately with either arthritis or bursitis, legs with muscle atrophy which may or may not hold up when I try to rise from the boat, and now a silly trigger thumb that has been giving me a bit of trouble. Mo had been dealing with knee and ankle issues. It was time to get back in practice and see just how much we could manage. We also wanted to paddle in a place that didn’t have too many people around to witness our attempts at exiting our kayaks.
Nothing to worry about in the least. I was thrilled to be on the water again after so long. The morning was marred a bit by smoky skies from a large fire to the east of the Klamath Basin. Our views were up close, with the distant mountains of Crater Lake and Harriman Peak completely obscured by the smoke. Still, the wocus were blooming, although this late in the season there were only a few blossoms. The creek level was quite low, but not so much that we had any difficulty paddling, and the section of the creek that we followed wasn’t terribly weedy.
The water was clear and we were completely alone for the entire route, up and back. We turned around after an hour and 15 minutes to paddle upstream. As often happens on Recreation Creek, a slight breeze from the south made paddling against the gently current nearly effortless and the return trip was a bit shorter than the trip downriver. The views were limited by smoke and in the distance where we usually see the rim of Crater Lake to the north and Mt. Harriman to the south, we only saw murky skies. Birds were few and far between as well, except for the red winged blackbirds, many little brown twittery birds, a kingfisher and one great blue heron.
The canoe trail sign is very high above the water, indicating how low the water level is this year already. Often those signs are only a foot or two above the water level.
After all that time alone, I was exclaiming to Mo how lucky we were to have the creek to ourselves on this gorgeous summer day when suddenly ten kayaks rounded a curve and entered the Malone Springs area. We looked at each other, wondering if they planned to lunch there, and wondered when we would have the nerve to try to get out of the kayaks with ten people observing! The young woman who was guiding the group said they were leaving, and began loading all their kayaks onto a big trailer. Whew. Mo and I paddled around a bit in the spring waiting for everyone to leave. Along comes another kayaker, with a young lab puppy, and she kindly agreed to wait until we could get Mattie out of the boat.
We had nothing to worry about. I decided to exit my boat on the side opposite the shoreline in knee deep water. It was perfect. I didn’t even have to roll into the water as I did last summer to get out of the boat. The knee deep water did a great job of giving me the extra boost I need to rise from a sitting position. Mo tried the same maneuver and did just fine. We are now much more comfortable with our planned kayak day with family during the first week in August. No matter how understanding folks might be about our ungainly attempts to exit the kayaks, it is much nicer to not have to look silly in front of everyone.
After loading up the boats we settled in to the nearby picnic table for our packed picnic lunch. Malone Springs is known for having hordes of mosquitoes and yet with the heat and drought this year there were very few around to bother us.
We returned to Grants Pass, happy that we could do a simple day trip to find good kayak waters. Of course, being in the outdoors triggered the need to check for possible reservations available at any of the many campgrounds in the Cascades, or even perhaps farther east. We try to be sure to get at least one trip away in the MoHo each month and July was passing quickly. Lo and Behold…everything was blocked out and reserved every place I looked, except suddenly an opening appeared at a campground we have visited in the past and loved. The reservation was open for three days beginning on the 12th, giving us just two days to make the decision to go.
But that is for the next story….
Another beautiful view of Mt Scott where my family hiked to the top with me on one of my most memorable birthdays ever.
