Pull over....you're under arrest!

If you've ever approached Camp Sherman at more than 20 MPH then you've probably met Sheriff Dave. Dave has been known to give pre-teen Bicyclers a warning for riding without helmets (with his hand on his holster...for effect), all in an effort to keep our special basin free of 'lawlessness'.

God Bless you Dave...but I'm the real offender. It's been a year since my last post here and I should be arrested. In fact, you'd think I HAD been locked up all this time for failure to post...a blogger capital crime. What can I say? Life gets in the way...reading other peoples' blogs gets in the way. So much to do, so little time.

Well...the cabin is locked up for the winter...which doesn't mean we CAN'T return before spring...it just makes it a little harder. I hate missing snow fall on the Metolius, the fog lifting off the river...and how much like daylight it is when the snow blanket is down and the moon is full; it's better than daylight.

I hold that place in my head and in my heart when I can't be there. Do you have a place like that, constant reader?

WT.......Fork?

No way is it November and I haven't written here since May! How can it be? Life is so very odd that time goes by like the River and if we don't pay attention every second 5,000 gallons stream by in the blink of an eye.

It's Fall flowing into Winter on the Metolius River in very quiet Camp Sherman, Oregon. Still green, of course, since pines are the predominate flora. Fall needles are down...yes, Virginia, pine trees though evergreen, do throw off an AMAZING volume of 'leaves'. The morning temps are well below freezing and a fog rolls off the stream in an eerie manner, invoking images of fairies playing just beyond our eyesight. Magic.

Not many, save locals, get to experience this time of the year here. Wood ducks on the River, fish slowing their feeding rate to match the pace of the Basin. So very quiet that if you hold still only the wind and the water over rocks in the river can be heard. It's Fall flowing into Winter on the Metolius River. Magic.

SB 30 ... Revisited, again

Well, the Senate isn't done with SB 30 as we had thought. The bill was gutted, then restored and faces a possible floor vote this week. It's gonna be a coin toss, on what should be a 'no brainer'. WILL bringing in new development of the size and scope contemplated by developers Lungren and Colson cause harm to the fragile Metolius Basin? Thought THAT was the issue. 

But the Bend bulletin says it's the cabins that are the threat. Of course, if there WERE any evidence that the cabins were polluting the stream with leaky septics (and there IS NO such evidence), then that issue needs attention, as well. But let's not let the B-Bulletin or anyone else distract us. The Colson project is HUGE; bigger than Black Butte, if all phases of development play out. Water for 1, maybe two golf courses, perhaps a 1,000 additional people in the Basin, or just next to it? No impact? Mitigate-able? 

These are the issues. Put your head on straight and decide. And don't tell us that the county has spoken: The county needs revenue and is in NO position to be impartial...they definitely have a serious conflict of interest. Additionally, merely holding open public meetings DOESN'T mean that justice has been served or the publics' interests have been considered; it just means that the county can put a check in a check box...'public meetings held...end of story'. 

Jefferson County must be thinking: 'It's Good to be the King."

Some things change and some things SHOULD stay the same...SB 30

And now Senate Bill 30 [SB30] comes before the Oregon legislature to decide whether Jefferson County's will be allowed to open the Metolius Basin to Destination Resort development. Without passage the Metolius will certainly be developed. If passed, the Metolius Basin and a 3 mile radius will be protected from large scale destination resort developments of the type that are proposed currently, the type that will change forever this precious jewel of a River Basin.

Is this a 'slam dunk', protecting the fragile Metolius River Basin for ALL Oregonians? Hardly. Seems that legislators worry about infringing on the County's rights to make a buck selling access to the revenue source resort developers, without full regard to protecting a very special place from devastation from to too many people and not enough water to go around.

What's the outcome gonna be? Dare I say its a coin-toss? Visit www.savethemetolius.org to see how you might help protect an Oregon Treasure before it's too late.

I Gotta Go...Badly!

It's Springtime and yesterday's near 85 degree temp has ignited the urge to be Metolius bound. I need Camp Sherman like a junkie needs a fix! 

The threat of snows all but gone, I can close my eyes and imagine the sights and sounds, the very smells, of the River life. I'm here to tell you that if you haven't known the fragrance of Ponderosa Pine needles baking in the late morning sun you haven't lived. Combine this with the moist air wafting from the stream and the call of a Blue Heron as it navigates the winding river, I'm overcome with sensations and I'm left with no choice but to surrender mind & body to the magic of Metolius. 

 I gotta get back there and soon.

Passover Postscript, or In Haggadah-Davida, Baby

Well... this Passover family feast was memorable for who was in attendance and who wasn't. Once again, Elijah didn't show ... nor did Brian, and we all had to eat their shares. But at least one was present whom we had not expected, and it wasn't Laura. I LOVE surprises, don't you?

Jeremy baked a cake, which dispels the rumor that he doesn't even spread butter on his toast, because he considers THAT cooking. Each and everyone contributed their wares and we ate them as though we hadn't had a meal in months. Pray and eat, eat and pray, with a glass of wine or 4 before during and after. I LOVE being an honorary Jew! Hey, what's not to like?

Passover in the Ponderosa's....Not!

Well, its time to celebrate the wondrous moment in time when an Angel spared the Israelites (passed over them), smote the Egyptians, proving yet again...ah.... wait... I forget what it proves. The nice thing is its a family event. Read that again... its a family event. We gather, recite the same words each year, always sounding as though we've never done it before and celebrate the uniqueness of mankind; mankind who can imagine such things and then make a feast of it. Jewish Thanksgiving.

May all that celebrate this Sedar dinner expand its meaning in an all inclusive, every widening circle of family and new friends, until anything that separates us falls away, forever. And if we can do that in the Pines someday...that would be sweet too.