Friday, September 17, 2010

The Joys of a Covered Bridge

Centennial Bridge- built in 1997 by volunteer labor to celebrate Cottage Grove's centennial.  Materials came from earlier bridges that had been demolished.



I remember attending a delightful dessert party hosted by a dear friend.  When it came time for the coffee service she entered with a tray filled with an eclectic arrangement of delicate china cups and saucers.  No two were alike.  It was a treat to choose our favorite design from which to sip.
Exploring the small townships in Oregon has been like examining that array of cups and saucers.  Though the communities are connected by their northwestern heritage they each offer a unique piece to the picture I have come to identify as Oregon.
I visited another one of these towns recently, Cottage Grove.  Cottage Grove is about 25 miles south of Eugene.  I came to Cottage Grove because it is "The Covered Bridge Capital" of Oregon and I wanted to see the bridges. 

Covered bridges fascinate me.  Passing through them is like finding a little hideaway.  I love the sound made as you roll over the wooden slates of the bridge.  It makes me think of horse and buggy days.  I love to stand in the middle and look through the wooden slats at the rushing water below.  I love that I can hear the sound of the water flowing over the rocks.  I love to breathe deeply and take in the scent of the wood under, over and around me. 





















 


















I've always identified covered bridges as a symbol of bygone years in New England.  But I've learned that the many months of damp weather in Oregon necessitates the covered protection for a long and enduring wooden bridge life.
Most of the covered bridges across Oregon seemed to have been built in the '20's and  '30's.

Doreena Bridge-1949-Row River
Stewart Bridge-1930- best swimming hole in county

Currin Bridge-1925 




Mosbey Creek- 1920-oldest in Lane County-still open for traffic

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Gorging it in "the Hood"

Everyone kept saying "You've just got to drive through the Columbia River Gorge.  And be sure to take the historic highway, not the interstate."  So we got up Saturday morning and decided to make drive up to Portland and then take a right headed east, drive the gorge to Hood River and then loop back south of Mt. Hood.  We figured this would be about a 3 hour loop and then home to Eugene.  A long day, but definitely doable.  On the way we added a little to our trip by taking a detour to the outlets mall, but hey, sometimes you just gotta shop!

First stop along the historic trail was the Vista House.  Built around 1918 (to honor the Oregon pioneers) it is octagonal and 733 above the river giving it , you guessed it, quite a "vista" of the gorge. 

Now one thing we've learned on this foray out West is that, no matter how impatient we are to see the sights, it always pays to take to the info volunteers.  The info lady at the Vista House clued us into the fact that there are 90 waterfalls on the Oregon side of the gorge alone.  She advised us about the ones in the area that were easy to get to, so along the way we stopped to ooh and aah and take pics.  The most notable is Multonomah Falls.  It's the second highest falls in the US, falling from 620 feet.  Quite the tourist attraction.  They were even having a wedding on the patio of the lodge, complete with champagne and string quartet. 

We hiked halfway up the falls,(it was paved but a bit steep).  On the way up we passed an Hispanic family on their way back down .The mom was hiking in 4 inch stiletto heels.  Now, I'm the first to admit it is usually all about the shoes but how did she accomplish that feat? (or should I say "feet" )
Multonomah was the last of the falls on our tour and at Hood River(name of town) we took a right and moved away from the river.  The town of Hood River is on the Columbia River and is a well-known spot for kite surfing.  The wind comes down through the gorge at that point with enough power to buoy the kites and their passengers high in the air.  We caught a glimpse from the highway and it looked like so many butterflies riding the currents.
At the Vista House our info lady told us about the Timberline Lodge on the south side of Mt. Hood.  We headed that way thinking we would like to get dinner there.  At the turn off at Government Camp (another town) we made the climb up 6,000 feet to the timberline of Mt.  Hood. 

The timberline of a mountain is where tree growth ends, everything past that is rock and ice and snow.  The Lodge  was constructed in 1933, once again as part of the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps) plan to put people back to work after the depression.  It is a giant ski lodge utilizing stone and wood, the best that the mountain had to give.  Inside there are wood carvings everywhere, emebbeded in the walls, on the newel posts of the the stairwells, in the furniture. 













The 3 story vaulted lobby/living room is anchored in the center by a massive stone chimney that vents the 4 back to back fireplaces that help heat the area during the winter when the snowfall averages 21 feet.  Almost everything inside is wood making the hugeness feel very warm and cozy.   Windows on both sides of the lodge take in views of Mt. Hood with its many glaciers and the rest of the Cascade Range and National Forest.




Furnishings and woven pieces have been restored and you really feel that you are touching a bit of history everywhere you go. Best of all, they had a vacancy.  So we spent the night on a feather topped bed under a down comforter in the middle of August and what should be the "dog days" of summer. 










One of the amenities advertised by the lodge is year round skiing.  I was a bit skeptical. But the next morning, while sitting at breakfast enjoying the view we could see the skiers and snowboarders lining up for the chairlift and a day on the slopes of the glaciers.
By the way....do you recognize this lodge?  Looking at the front of it, do you get a feeling of deja vu? Ever see the movie "The Shining"?  Shots of the Timberline were used for the outside of the lodge in that scary thriller.
It is absolutely awesome to think that our beautiful country has a place for  people to tan on a beach while others can be skiing down a glacier, all on the same day in the "dog days" of summer.  What a place!!!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Coburg and the "Classics"

Scattered among the hills and buttes surrounding Eugene are several small towns.  Visiting these small  town centers are like taking a step back in time.  Most have a bandstand and during summer months sport outdoor concerts, movies on the green, and a weekly outdoor market to sell fresh, local produce.  They also present celebrations unique to the town, like the Scandinavian Festival in Junction City complete with polka dance performances and Swedish meatballs and pastries.
Many  towns across  Oregon sponsor annual Classic Car shows.  Being the lover of movies from the 30's and 40's that I am, I have been longing to visit one so when I read the ad for the show in Coburg, off we went.  We got up on a Saturday morning and drove the short distance to the middle of town where rows and rows of bright, shiny classic cars were lined up. 

Owners sat around on folding director's chairs under portable tents visiting with each other and waiting to answer questions and share stories with curious onlookers.  Under a tent children were sitting at table building models of classic cars from car kits.  Volunteers were serving  box lunches of chicken BBQ (which I've learned just means chicken cooked on a grill).  And later a 50's dance was planned for anyone who wanted to sport their poodle skirts and try their hand (foot) at the jitterbug.




 What fun!   I could just see myself, in one of these beauties, hair tied back with a lovely silk scarf, cruising the 101 (Pacific coast highway) with the top down...kind of like Grace Kelly in "It Takes a Thief". 







Yes, these are the cars that set the stage for many of those classic movie scenes I've grown to love.



As we strolled and ogled we listened to strains of the Beach Boys- how apropos....

    Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down
    But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
    When something comes up to me he don't even try
    Cause if (it) had a set of wings man I know she could fly
    She's my little deuce coupe
    You don't know what I got
    Little deuce coupe
    You don't know what I got

Surf's up y'all!!!