As close as we got to a white Xmas
Looking eastward towards the snow frosted Coburg Hills and foothills of the Cascades
Sure a blah view from Dale's hot tub
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Day after Xmas Coast Run - 1st Leg, Hwy 34 west to Waldport
We were headed to Yachats and the Adobe Inn for some crack cocaine coffee (go ahead, ask me if you dare) and lunch with Cricket and Sybil, just because. As always, I had the camera, just in case. By the time I thought to do this photojourney, some of the coolest, best, most scenic parts of Hwy 34 were behind us, but I managed to get some shots of the snow covered Coast Range going thru Alsea.
I took all the pictures thru the window/windshield of the moving car, to let people who may never get the chance to experience the absolute, jaw dropping beauty that is this part of the world first hand see it from the passenger perspective.
Don't forget to click the pix to start the slideshow and see it on a big screen for the best viewing
Hwy 34 westbound, heading towards Alsea
Typical day after a holiday traffic crush. Had to deal with this level of traffic almost the entire way, from home to the coast and back home again. Just awful
Coast Leg - 2nd Leg
Cue the dramatic scenery of the finest, most scenic, coastal run on the planet - Pacific Coast Highway, southbound from Yachats to Florence.
Storm debris piled high on the beach
Yay!! Tunnel!!
Stopped on the road, awaiting the tow truck to pull the Ford Contour back onto its wheels in the northbound lane. It ran off the road, probably looking at Heceta Head light (shown here, taken from a safely stopped vehicle). Once back on all four tires, the tow truck operator simply drove it across the road into the pullout so that the rest of us could continue onward
There were lots of waterfalls, as normal this time of year. But the mirror just cracks me up
The dunes at Florence
Hwy 126 to Territorial Hwy - 3rd Leg
Picking up Hwy 126 in Florence and heading east to Territorial Hwy north in Veneta
West of Mapleton, the Siuslaw is so far over the banks that it's taken down trees
What was cattle pasture is now a massive lake. Cows squeezed up by the fence
Tunnels! Who doesn't love (short) tunnels!
A stately line of Doug firs to drive thru
Fern Ridge Reservoir just north of Veneta on Territorial Hwy headed north, looking east to the Cascade foothills and Coburg Hills
Homeward Bound - Final Leg
The final leg home, late afternoon. Traffic still awful, as you can see in the third pix.
On to Dawson, pointed at Green Peak to the west. Still some standing water in the grass seed fields along Dawson
The light coloured round roofed building in the foreground is the gym of Bellfountain School
I tell ya. Give a gal a tractor, and she'll just be in your way every time you turn around. Sharon heads for Don's old place to pick up a coupla round bales of hay
Home on the horizon
Graphically Funny
Sometimes, the temperature graph on the weather station just does the weirdest things
Gilded Trees
A rare winter's sunrise gilded the leafless oak trees to perfection this morning, against the steely grey skies
Friday, December 25, 2015
Merry Christmas!!
From our home to yours, a very Merry Christmas to all and a fabulous New Year in 2016!!
Don't forget to click the pix to enjoy the full sized versions!
Gem the BC, Hoke (aka Santa Paws), Cricket and Sybil
Christmas morning dawned cold and snowy, but not quite snowy enough at the ranch level to give us a white Christmas
For only about the third time since Thanksgiving, blue skies and sunshine graced the area throughout the day, off and on. From the historic Bellfountain Cemetery, looking west towards the ranch with Green Peak dusted with new snow to the right of the picture
The ranch, below Green Peak. Our big silver barn centre of the picture against the treeline
A late afternoon shower put a rainbow in the north pasture. I like how it was fuzzy on the left side of the 'bow and clear on the right side. Roar enjoys a little snack.
Christmas night, and the magic light show
Thursday, December 24, 2015
The Northwest Ranchers' 12 Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A Border Collie in a fir tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
2 soggy bulls
And a Border Collie in a fir tree
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
3 wet hens
etc...
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
4 muddy dogs
etc...
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
5 hungry cows!
etc...
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
6 calves a playin'
etc...
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
7 goats a jumpin'
etc...
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
8 days of rain
etc...
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
9 pastures flooding
etc...
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
10 lambs a leapin'
etc...
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
11 trees a fallin'
etc...
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 horses runnin'
11 trees a fallin'
10 lambs a leapin'
9 pastures flooding
8 days of rain
7 goats a jumpin'
6 calves a playin'
5 hungry cows!
4 muddy dogs
3 wet hens
2 soggy bulls
And a Border Collie in a fir tree
Oh So Very Close!
At 0730 this morning, it was snowing like mad. Not for very long, and it wasn't sticking as it was still 33 degrees and mostly raining.
There is still just the tiniest bit of hope that there will be white on the ground tomorrow....
Heavy snow with flash, above, and without, below
There was a lot of snow just above us, but the clouds kept it from showing very much. That's our big silver barn just right of centre of the picture in the beige area just below the dark treeline on Don's place just to our west
Green Peak, just to the west, but pretty cloud shrouded
Monday, December 21, 2015
Chelsea at 7 Weeks
Our mini tanker Chelsea at 7 weeks old, enjoying a brief break from the rain, snow, slush, sleet, wind and flying debris
Momma Ruffie - 'Watch it, kid...'
(biting mom's ear) 'OWWWW!!'
'Oh, you mean don't do that?'
With cousin Gerry. Roar, as always, relaxing
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