Spring on the Metolius

Yes, it’s one day away from being summer. But spring is in full bloom on the Metolius River in central Oregon, since warm weather arrives later in these parts. Here are some photos I took on a late afternoon walk along the Metolius’ upper stretches today.

For some reason I never get bored walking the dog while we’re in Camp Sherman.

Here’s a natural bridge over untroubled waters.

The wild roses look just like those at our Salem home, though in bloom much later.

Lounging on the Metolius, TV not needed.

Abstract wood sculpture. Artist: Nature.

Water pump and the only camper in the Riverside (walk-in) campground.

Wild flower.

Changing locale seven miles or so, and the day to yesterday, here’s me, Laurel, and our fellow Black Butte Ranch stables trail rider at Glaze Meadow with the Three Sisters watching over us. Laurel is a better rider than I am, but somehow my horse ended up in a better pose.

I’ve forgotten the other woman’s name. I remember she’s from Oakland, because that’s emblazoned on her t-shirt. She and I brought up the rear of our four horse posse (including the trail guide).

We had a great philosophical/metaphysical discussion for a good part of the two hour ride. This is the first time someone quoted Epictetus to me while on a horse. Well, also while not on a horse.