[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]

headed east - oregon, december 2019

Birch Tree, The Dalles, OR © Robert Pallesen

Report upon the Fishing Privileges, etc. Guaranteed to Indians in the Northwest with Recommendations with Regard Thereto

Record Group 75: Records of the Bureau of Indian AffairsSeries: Report Upon the Subject of the Fishing Privileges Guaranteed by Treaties to Indians in the Northwest

This is a printed and bound typewritten transcription of an originally handwritten report created by George W. Gordon, Special Indian Agent in the Field. The volume was transcribed and printed by the Department of Interior, Office of Indian Affairs. Included are copies of eight maps, showing usual Native fishing sites on both sides of the Columbia River, and copies of two letters to the Commissioner of Indian Affairs.

Report upon the subject of the fishing privileges etc. guaranteed by treaties to Indians in the Northwest, with recommendations in regard thereto. Geo. W. Gordon Special Indian Agent. In the Field. January 19th 1889.  The second document is a map of The Dalles, a town on the Oregon-Washington border.  The complete report is available at the link.

Started yesterday w/ The Haze lifted & pushed off to the horizons. The road was straight & easy passing irrigated cornfields & yellow grasslands. The mountains to the north were gentle & rounded. Their grassiness looked like brownish silk velvet w/ bleached yellow highlights.

An hour later as the roadway climbed higher, the mountains started showing the tops of their rock foundations. 30 minutes later they sprouted Spruce trees that gradually found their way up the sides. And before me, dark green mountains rose. The passage thru the mountains was narrow w/ sheer rock walls that reached up to the blue sky.

When the road came down on the other side I noticed what looked like a navy blue lake thru the trees on my right side (North). At Boardman, the road ran winding along the side of this "lake" w/ steep forested mountains on my left & exposed rock walls w/ grassy tops on the other side.

I realized the lake was the Columbia River & the curvy roadway ran beside the water's edge between the walls of the Gorge. This passage was made treacherous by the wind that whipped up white caps across the broad river. So many stunning vistas & all the "Vista Points" were in the dullest locations. I slowed down to 60mph & didn't care who rode my bumper while I kept shouting, "O-WOW!"

At a bend in the river, I could look ahead to where the Gorge narrowed many miles away & only there could I see a faint curtain of haze that turned out to be mists rising from the first of 4 hydroelectric dams. At The Dalles, there were tall waterfalls on my left! Only an hour & a half from Portland, I decided to come back to explore this area when the yellowing deciduous trees reach their full Fall colors.

Eventually, the sky filled w/ gray clouds & the highway turned away from the river to enter the Greater Portland Metropolitan Area. I let out a whoop when we passed Fairview where 2 of my Zillow Favorites are. I could not stop grinning. When I got off, the Interstate onto Columbia Blvd, I knew where I was! I was coming home to the Motel 6 where I stayed last year!

Naturally, it's changed, renovated by new owners. The Spanish speakers are gone, replaced by Hindus. The desk clerk, Ven, helped me unload half of the contents of my RAV & get it up to my room. I tipped him $20 & will pay him $20 more today to help me bring up the rest.

I especially need the warmer clothes in my biggest suitcase because I woke up cold & had to put the thermostat on 78 before I felt warm again. This week is only a taste of Fall. Next week, the temperatures soar back into the 80's. By the end of September, I may regret packing the suitcase w/ my coats & sweaters in the POD.

But today, I'm finally gonna take a shower, recover from that exertion, get the RAV cleared out, & hit the nearby Walmart Marketplace for groceries. Tomorrow I'll look for a car wash because the RAV is filthy inside & out.

I'm getting w/ my Realtor on Saturday to start house-hunting!

YAY!

Near the Dalles Oregon, there is a mini safari

“The Charles Nelson House, Winter 2017.”

©2017 Gary L. Quay

Freezng rain is falling, the power is out, and there are strange noises outside. I don't have enough battery life in the laptop to hook up the external drive, so this evening I went for an older image that is stored on the internal drive. I take you to 2017, and a house near The Dalles, Oregon that has since burned down.

It's that kind of evening.

Camera: Nikon D300

Lens: Vintage 35mm Nikkor

In honor of Scary, Creepy Month:

The Fort Dalles Museum has several horse-drawn hearses in their collection. (Is that a cradle board? Why?)

The original placard reads: "This HEARSE was used at The Dalles, the sides were glased in, as well as a small door in the back. It had black cloth draped inside, and black, feather plumes about 8 inches high in the top of each of the four corner ornaments. It has the "goose neck" frame structure in front to allow the front wheels to turn very sharply."

The new placard reads, "THE DALLES HEARSE circa 1880 The sides were originally glassed in and there was a small door in the back to slip in the casket."

Why they felt a new placard was needed will be one of those questions that will always remain unanswered.

Laundry - Modern Laundry Room Example of a mid-sized minimalist galley vinyl floor and gray floor dedicated laundry room design with a drop-in sink, flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, tile countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, gray walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and beige countertops

It ain’t much, but I’ve been thru a wilderness program, this house may not have air con but neither did I for 3 Months. It feels weird that the skills and resilience that Second Nature gave me come so in handy in ways not many people expected, but nonetheless. So many people are averse to heat and to sweat, but, wilderness exposed me to both, every day and ever 78-102 degree night, the Utah dessert and its creature trying to reclaim your body, into the dirt, every night, I loved it, and I will never not want to go back, fuck technology and all that, you don’t have to worry about shit, for 3 months, the world demands nothing of you, nothing but walking and sleeping, being a custodian of your enviroment and it returning the favor, a hole in the ground your toilet, the sand covered rocks your bed, the bugs that parade your body, your friends to talk to late at night. So many whiny little kids complain that they got trauma in the troubled teen industry, no, no, NO. It is NOT traumatizing. Treatment is like an industrial manufacturing machine, from a lathe to a pneumatic hammer, wield it as a tool, and it will be your transcendent benefactor, fear it as a weapon or captor, and ever will it be your unmaking, it is an experience only you have the power to harness and harness I did.

Anyways it’s fuckin hot rn, it’s gonna hit 90 on Wednesday but it’ll be a nice excuse to hit up some hike with my JBL and a Yeti cooler, and chill. HMU if you’re in hood river.

Touring the Columbia Gorge

Find mountain-high waterfalls and a deep river canyon in the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon. Our family did a trip to the Pacific Northwest seeing Seattle, Portland, North Cascades National Park, the Columbia Gorge, and sites in between. This is what we did on our vacation, hope it helps you in planning your trip to this amazing area! We drove from Spokane, Wash., where we stayed the night to…

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[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]

"a photograph of a medieval manuscript depicting a human infant smoking a cigarette"

Storefront, The Dalles, OR © Robert Pallesen

On the subject of comic books and emphasis.

Getting some use out of my Tyrannomax extras.

AHEEM AHEEM WHIMPER SAD PATHETIC BEAST.