Happy Birthday Bleu Hoo

Roses are red,
Danny is bleu.
Today is your day,
Happy Birthday to Roo!

Danny Bleu, you give a whole new meaning to hunka, hunka hound dawg.

Happy 8th birthday Danny Bleu.

Oregon by Greyhound • Koosah Falls

The Adventure Koosah Falls

Location LAT 44.34442 N LON 122.00048 W
Date May 9, 2009
Weather 68°, Sunny
Distance 100 miles

Koosah Falls, the second of the three waterfalls on the McKenzie River is considered a “block” falls, that is, it descends from a wide breadth of stream.

It falls nearly 90 ft. into a crystal blue pool.

Koosah is a Chinook term meaning sky, possibly after the crystal blue color of the water.

The Trillium although smaller than what we have seen at lower elevations were still in full bloom and very beautiful.

Despite snow still on the ground in many places, the Skunk Cabbage provided homes for the bugs.

And as we got ready to head for home, Three-fingered Jack was visible through one of the clearings.

Oregon by Greyhound • Sahalie Falls

The Adventure Sahalie Falls

Location LAT 44° 34896 N LON 121.99686 W
Date May 9, 2009
Weather 68°, Sunny
Distance 105 miles

Disclaimer: I the Great and Beautiful Danny Bleu did in fact visit this falls. However, you will not see my picture in front of either of the falls. The falls were really, really noisy, spooky noisy and I didn’t like that and there was like a gazzillion people around. Who knew that many people fit on a mountain top?

Salahie Falls, Chinook jargon for “high”, is one in a series of three falls created from lava flows on the McKenzie River.

They are classified as segmented falls, meaning the river splits up before it drops, and it drops approximately 100 ft.

The skunk cabbage were in full bloom nestled amongst the velvety soft moss.

Crowded, but definitely a must see.

Oregon by Greyhound • Belknap Bridge

The Adventure Belknap Covered Bridge

Location LAT 44° 10′ 04.8″ N LON 122° 13′ 41.8″ W
Date May 9, 2009
Weather 68°, Sunny
Distance 111 miles

A bridge at this location has spanned the McKenzie River since 1890.

This is the fourth covered bridge at this location. The current covered bridge was rebuilt in 1966 after the third bridge was destroyed by the Christmas flood of 1964.

Several years later, louvered windows were added to illuminate the interior and reduce the “box effect” of the bridge.

Originally named the McKenzie Bridge, it was re-named after R.S. Belknap who discovered and developed the nearby Belknap Springs.

The Belknap Bridge is the easternmost covered bridge in Lane County.

We got an added bonus when we discovered a small patch of Lady Slippers growing beside the river.

Oregon by Greyhound • Goodpasture Bridge

The Adventure Goodpasture Covered Bridge

Location LAT 44° 08′ 3″ N LON 122° 35′ 9″ W
Date May 9, 2009
Weather 68°, Sunny
Distance 90.6 miles

Yeppers, Danny Bleu here and it is my turn for another adventure. Stay tuned and look forward to high mountain tops, beeeeutiful flowers, loud, noisy waterfalls and yes, two more covered bridges checked off of the list.

Surprise, a stop that was not on the days agenda. Speeding along highway 126 (of course we were going the speed limit) we admired the scenery. Once we left Springfield we followed the McKenzie River. And then, out of the clear blue and unplanned bridge appeared. An unplanned, covered bridge appeared requiring a stop.

A single-lane bridge spanning the McKenzie River, this bridge was extremely busy.

Cars were continuously interrupting my photo sessions. Wouldn’t you think they could’ve found another bridge?

The louvered gothic style windows were pretty cool, but it really doesn’t lend for a great picture of such a pretty river.

The bridge was built in 1938. Named after a local pioneer family, it spans 165 ft. across the river. The area is wide open making it one of the most photographed bridges in the state.

A Love Story

Or, Talley the Tease

Hey, hey good lookin’! Whatcha got a  cookin’? How about cookin’ something up with me?
So tell me Miss Talley, just what did you have in mind?
A long stroll in the park? Drinks out of the same bowl? Tell me sweet one.
Whatever you want, hunky dawg.
Do you want to go running together? You can follow me.
Come on big fella. what are you waiting for? There’s a dog bone for us to share.
Oh please, come with me my sweet little rabbit chaser. I know just the place.
Ha, ha. This boy thinks he is gonna get lucky.
Let’s go Talley Ho!
Are you outta your mind? I’m NOT that kinda girl!
What did I do? I thought she liked me! I thought we were gonna have a date. 

Don’t Let ‘Em Fool Ya

Have a Greyt Day!

Skirvee – From the tip of my ears to the end of my nose, it’s at least one mile!
Flocko – I’m just one them flat-nosed greyhounds.
Danny – My nose is such a good sniffer, I was a basset hound in my previous life.
Clancy – I’m the toughest, meanest dawg around. You just don’t wanna mess with me.

Oregon By Greyhound • Tell me your story

The Journey Black Rock, Oregon
Location LAT 44° 42′ 42″  N  LON 122° 43′ 08″ W 
Date March 7, 2009
Weather 46°, Partly sunny and cold
Distance 31.8  miles

This intriguing article was in the 2007 November December issue of Business Viewpoint. Hoping for an original building or two, we located the coordinates and headed that direction.
This is the only building that stood at Black Rock’s coordinates.

Danny was quite content and comfy and assured us that he had no desire to explore the abandoned building. He would much rather wait in the car and catch a few z’s.

Abandoned house, I wish your walls could talk. Your unknown story continues to haunt my mind. 
At some point in time, someone lovingly painted your exterior walls barn red, but only in the front.
They strategically planted ferns around your yard and Christmas lights still hang on the edge of the roof.
Your front door had been carefully locked, but the back door, protected from the elements with an overhang had been taken from its hinges. 
Karen headed that way to take a peek.
And then she was gone. Through the open door to explore your lonely and silent rooms.
Your family must have left in a hurry. Tools remained on the work bench and a wheelchair folded neatly by the door,  as if ready to go.
A garbage bag full of children’s books lay near the door. Was it accidently left behind in their rush to leave? Or perhaps the kids had grown up and outgrown the stories. How many children lived here? 
The weight of the heavy books left behind bowed the bookshelves over time. Seven editions of Websters Family Encyclopedia, The Parenting Advisor and a Bible remained.
A wood stove in each room kept the house warm and inviting during the cold winters, yet there was plenty of evidence that the house had electricity.
How young were the children that sat on the floor in front of your old wood stove, legs straight out in front of them with a book open in their laps?
Carefully placed in an old pot, a bunch of silk sunflowers still catch the sun rays in the kitchen window. Yes, I suspect the family that lived here loved their home very much.
Did the family live off of the land? A rusty old garden plow leaned against the rail next to the house.
An arrow is firmly planted in the pole that supports a once-upon-a-time extravagant bird house. Was the arrow used for target practice? Maybe it caught the evening meal or was used to warn against invaders crossing a private property line?
The bird house stands tall and empty, just like the house.
Was the outbuilding still standing when your family left? Did another family live there or was it a  shelter for cows or horses?
A single land-locked canoe rested in the grass. Was it used to float down the Little Luckiamute River?
We left you standing exactly as we found you, but I really want to know your story. You left so many pieces of your puzzle behind, but not enough to give us a picture. 
It will be up to us I guess, to try and fill in the pieces between.

Oregon By Greyhound • The Ritner Creek Bridge

The Journey Ritner Creek Bridge
Location LAT 44° 43′ 39″  N  LON 123° 26′ 30″ W 
Date March 7, 2009
Weather 46°, Partly sunny and cold
Distance 36.2 miles

Dear Mom,
Thank you for taking me on an adventure. But please, take just two extra minutes to print out the directions before we leave next time. I didn’t mind the extra long ride in the car, but a guy could get dizzy turning around so many times, you know what I mean? 
You remembered that the directions said about 3 miles south of Pedee. That was good. You bought a new Garmin GPS and that was good.
So we got to Pedee, drove one mile out of town, going south according to your new girlfriend Garmin… and you thought we were going the wrong way so a round we turn. Back through Pedee, about another mile and turn on a road that sounded familiar and felt to your internal compass like we were going south. I knew we were in trouble when you announced that you normally can’t find your way out of a wet paper bag.
So after about five miles, not three, but five miles you give into Garmin because she says we’re headed east. We turn around, go back the five miles and turn back onto the road to Pedee. Back through Pedee heading south according to Garmin and head down some gravel road for about a mile.
Fortunately for us, there was a kind traveler behind us and you asked him if he knew where the Ritner bridge was. “Go back to the paved road, turn right and it is about a mile south.”
‘Nuff said, if you had just paid more attention to Garmin, we would have been to the bridge 45 minutes earlier when the sun was still shining and I wasn’t dizzy from turning around so many times.
At last, the Ritner Creek covered bridge, in all of her glory.
The local community was quite proud of the wayside they had created.
Mommy K and I read about the bridge and then we were off to explore.
I had posed enough for pictures, I wanted to see what all of the fuss is with these creeks and bridges. Roxy came home from her adventures and I didn’t think she would ever shut up.
The portals, as they are called were a very interesting shape. It looked like it was a long way down to the creek from where we stould.

Yep, it is a long way down there, I was quite careful to keep my distance from the edge.
Ok momma Karen, we’ve seen the bridge, now where are we going?
Guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow to see the next stop on our adventure.