Road: Every Shade of Green

Art Journal, The Road

All the greens. Every shade. The Pacific Coast smells of green and rain. It rains, even if the forecast doesn’t call for it. The weather is a wicked stubborn child doing exactly the opposite of the predictions. The desert weather could be clocked like a train. Clouds came on time, rain started punctually. Not here. Clouds and wet come meandering in and out faithlessly.
We left the ocean for a minute camping in the Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest. We followed the dirt road out the long way the next day. Wind up and down a mountain. Once on pavement we headed out towards the coast again camping in Siuslaw National Forest that night.

Things I noticed:

  • Gold claims along the river. Some just official signage, others clever names. At one a man was there at his claim panning in the river bank.
  • The gradient of the trees dissolving into the low hanging clouds before the sun burned them off.
  • Small waterfalls everywhere. Water dashing downhill being hugged by moss covered rocks and fallen trees.
  • I kept thinking there must surely be something (big and bright) flowering? The only striking wild flowers were yellow and growing on a coastal evergreen bush (as far as I’ve made out). Otherwise the flowering trees and bushes have been cultivated in yards.
  • Green life growing everywhere. Green things growing on top of green things on top of green things.
  • The old bridges. There are these amazing old Gothic/Art Deco river bridges. Some concrete, some a combination of concrete and painted moss green steel.
  • So far the southwest coast of Oregon is very small town. The towns all feel comfortable to visit.

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