If you ever want to follow the old Mud Lake trail through to the lake it was named for, in order to ferret it out all the way you’ll need, besides plenty of stamina and lunch, these three things: lots of patience, lots of luck, and a Ouija Board.
In honor of the upcoming Memorial Day Weekend, All Things Oregon will re-explore various area veterans memorials you may want to visit, if not this Memorial Day then plan ahead for 2027.
This week’s crawly falls under the “Look DON’T TOUCH” category. We’ll also add that eating one would be even worse – not that you’d be tempted – but stay away from the “double dog dares” with this critter.
The spring/summer bird watching in my yard is a bit dull. This is the exact opposite of how the spring/summer bird watching was at my house in Trail. There I had “all the colorful birds” Grosbeaks, Tanagers, Orioles, one million Tree Swallows and eight million baby birds.
I was once again going through boxes upon boxes of the photos and things my mother had saved over her 88 years on this floating rock. Since my last going through, even more boxes of items arrived for me to inventory, and I found an article from a Detroit paper dated September 16, 1946. It was a story and photograph of my uncle.
This plant has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. Hiking in the subalpine meadows at Huckleberry Gap and those near Rabbit Ears, the large patches of these stately plants, growing up to six feet ,stood out with their large pleated leaves clasping the central stem. I have photographed them from every angle searching for a perfect shot. So, every year that I can get away I seek out the plants and settle down with my camera. One day I will achieve perfection.
Away to the west of the Chetco-Illinois River divide, in a dark, wooded section of the Little Chetco canyon, many years ago, when the hardy gold seekers of that day were back there reaping a golden harvest, a sturdy little one-room cabin with an open lean-to attached to one end was built beside the trail not far from the river.
This week we’ll meet a pretty flitter who is a fairly new resident of Oregon. Meet the small ranunculus moth (Hecatera dysodea). We’ll call them “ranu” for brevity’s sake.
This week’s Rogue should be pretty relatable if you have a yard to need to tend to. My backyard is at least .5 acres and two-tired with a “path” (AKA where I walk and now grass doesn’t grow) running from the house, along the retaining wall, and around the end of the wall down to the lower part of the yard.