Last year when I turned 64 years old, I had planned on writing a post about being 64. You know, like the Beatles song “When I’m 64.” Especially this part: Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
A beautiful sunny day on the road. A stop right off Interstate 5. Nobody around but me. Built in 1920, the Grave Creek Covered Bridge survives as one of the few remaining covered bridges in Southern Oregon. The farmer who
Every year, the Swan Island Dahlias in Canby, Oregon, holds a festival when the flowers are all blooming. On the last weekend of August and the first weekend of September, the farm is alive with live music, a variety of
Have you ever walked a labyrinth? A few days ago, I was leaving the doctor’s office (I seem to be living in doctors’ offices these days so I don’t even remember which one) and as I drove south, back towards
Ok, I know, I know, the adventure is really ongoing, since it, the adventure, already started a long time ago. But every time I leave the Portland/Vancouver area, I feel like a new adventure is about to begin, which, of
The Chinese Year of the Water Dragon comes around once every 60 years and I was born smack dab in the middle of the last one. I hope you enjoy this pictorial look back on the past twelve months of