| Gil landed an assignment in extreme Northern California. Medford is the closest airport. He came in a few hours early so he could show me how to ride on dirt. He also ate all the mint chip ice cream, potato chips, and cookies. |
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| Zoom! |
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| Swoosh! |
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| I took this photo. Bad, eh? |
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| When you grow your own, you can let them get as red as you want. I haven't seen serrano chiles beyond green in a store in a very long time. |
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| The Ashland watershed. |
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| That'd be Mt McLoughlin.... |
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| Brown Mountain watershed. |
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| Brown Mountain lava flow with McLoughlin.... |
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| A lava macro-moment |
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| Trees |
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| Lake of the Woods Resort. Your Adirondack chair awaits! |
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| McLoughlin with lovely jagged bits showing. Remnants of the eruption. Blew the whole side off! Ka-powblooey! |
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| Ellen Oma Mom Barth prefers a more rustic chaise. Both are Wood/wood. |
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| This is a fissure, fer sher. Brown Mt lava fields. |
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| More of the same.... |
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| Yes, and yes. |
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| The cushiest mountain bike trail imaginable. Shady bits, interpretive signs, passing room.... |
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| The oak that stopped the rolling Forester. I stop by to express gratitude. |
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| Road-cut wonders on Green Springs Hwy. |
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| Oma "Rocky" Barth in the field! |
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| Those layers! Those layers! Mom fainted from the geological richness. |
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| This little Pine Siskin bonked into a window. I watched it recover and had just gone to fetch it a drink, when all went quiet. A lovely Sharp-shinned Hawk was eyeing my Siskin patient and all other tweets had winged it. The Siskin was lucky because my presence kept hawk at a distance. I--and you, dear reader--was lucky as I had camera handy because of the Siskin.... |
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| A sight that sends chills down the spine of smaller birdies and snack-sized critters. |
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| Few changes in LR and PS. |
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| Rather handsome, no? |
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| Just CAN'T get enough of me, can you! |
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| Ruffle, ruffle.... |
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| Skritch, skritch.... |
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| Yes, I'm lovely. (Rufous Hummingbird, female) Male Anna's hummingbird this morning, but no photo. |
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| Lovely day for a swim in cool-but-not-cold Hyatt Lake, where the max speed is 5mph so the swarming boy-boats stay away. |
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| Look! Mt McLoughin! |
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| One of two sandhill cranes kind enough to pose alongside the road back to town. |
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| Grrrr! |
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| Grubs, please. |
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| The 26 miles of the Lithia Loop Rd. transverse steep, wooded slopes, some even old growth: 6 miles up, 14 miles across, 6 miles down. |
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| West Ashland Creek. |
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| Butterfly is hiding. Can you find her? |
