Oregon Trail near Baker City still visible

This photo was taken near the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center near Baker City, Oregon. Out there in the middle,  looking westward toward the Blue Mountains, you can see the trail. It’s faint but the ruts are there. What a lonesome place it must have been, what an awesome aspect it remains.

Crooked River Railroad bridge, near Redmond, Oregon under construction sometime around 1909.

This road, in the Blue Mountains of Northeastern Oregon, was probably made recently by man and  machine. Now imagine a road such as this, but imagine it worn down to dust and ruts not by a modern day machine, but by the hooves of oxen and horses,  iron-rimmed wagon wheels with spokes of wood rolling over it, carrying the covered wagons, and the intrepid, footsore immigrants.

A string of freight wagons circa 1900/1910

Meow, bark, bark! Smile pretty!

Rocky cat                                                         gentle Bud                                                    Corky, loveable brat

The title of this photo TRUCE.  Corky and Rocky sharing a rare moment of peaceful, mutual interest.

first, and only paycheck as author

$50 for bumper sticker “FART” (Fathers Against Radical Teenagers).

Just a little tidbit passed on to me by by 15 year old grandson:

“When your enemy starts making mistakes, don’t stop him.”

One more bit of sage advice sent to me through a parable.

An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is evil, driven by anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego.

The other wolf is good, filled with joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.”

The boy thought about it, and asked, “Grandfather, which wolf wins?”

The old man quietly replied, “The one you feed.”

Just something to think about.