Ray and I also came, anticipating a warm August weekend both in solar heat and family. Family was warm but during this unusual weather year, the rain forest lived up to its name. Generally we can count on days of sunny bliss in August. Not so this year. At the last minute the wedding was moved to a hall in Arlington. Maybe not as breath-taking of a setting, but a place were the promise of growing love and commitment was made just as sincerely. Even so, Ray and I stayed at Turlo Campground in Robe Valley and remembered why we love this place.... and why we are now content to visit instead of living there.
The plan was to walk as many of the old paths that we once counted as familiar friends. We had a good start but the wet kept us close to the trailer. We marched all over Turlo and Verlot. Chris came with Bomber on Saturday. He and I walked while Ray slept. The noise in the Hall pierced through Ray's temple and he needed time to relax the sound away. The rains were just starting, softly on our faces, a sensation I miss in town. What I had forgotten was how these soft rains can leave me feeling wetter inside my clothes then outside. A simple walk left our skin soaked but not our jackets.
Breakfast at a cafe in town for a final family gathering before we all went our own ways again. It is sweet to be part of such a big, raucous group. So many little ones, just as it should be. We laughed, we teased, we got caught up with each others lives, than we hugged good-by (till we meet again.
Back to the rain forest for Ray and I for yet one more night to relax in the embrace of her wet love. A little Geo-caching (very little), a little camp cooking, a lot of kicking back and just talking of what comes next for us. Dreaming.
The two of you are really blessed to spend your time with family and friends and most of all with Elohim in the midst of the wonders of nature. The pictures of the scenes you describe are among the reasons I've wanted to visit the west.
ReplyDeleteWhat kind of fruit is it in the second picture? They look like our Suriname cherries.
I do not know the Latin designation for those berries, they are wild and grow in many places. We call both of them Huckleberries. The blue is apparently better known and more widespread than the red but the red is what I knew as a child.
ReplyDeleteOh...ok Are they edible? Our cherries here are. Maybe when they are in season I'll send a photo of them.
ReplyDeleteYes they are. Kids like to pick them when they camp so mamma can put them into griddle cakes. Otherwise, they are more seedy than flavorful.
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