“Dear Lord, help me to remember that you gave me life. Teach me to slow down, to be still and enjoy the pleasures You created for me–to be aware of the beauty that surrounds me: the marvel of mountains, the calmness of lakes, the fragility of a flower petal. I need to remember all these things come from You. ”
Another backpacking trip with Bob into the Elkhorn Mountains, This spectacular alpine setting is only an hour’s drive from La Grande. Alluring hikes to wildflower basins and granite peaks abound. We have often seen mountain goats. Angell Basin is just one of many places to explore.
Bob, my hiking partner of nearly twenty years and I backpacked to the high alpine country above Anthony Lake and Hoffer Lake. The basin where we camped receives little use because the approach is steep and obscure. Two tarns and meadow wildflowers amidst granite boulders add to the beauty.
After setting up camp, we hiked up formitable gulley. Terrain and balance challenged us, but the top was rewarding: mountain goats and great views!
My hiking partner, Bob, and I camped off the road the travels around the backside of Anthony Lake. The view looked over Chicken Hill and the source. of the. Grande Ronde River. The location was tranquil.
I pitched my tent toward the northwest, where I had hoped to photographed it lighted up with the neowise comet above it. Unfortunately, the moon was too bright for the comet to show up well, although it was visible through my binoculars.
However, the placement was absolutely perfect for the sunset. The colors developed first along the horizon. Then beautiful pink clouds formed to the northeast. And, finally, the moon was perfect for this time of evening. This sunset was one of the best I have ever enjoyed.
“What is important for me is not if our civilization will survive or not but if we can continue to live with hope, and I really think we can because our Lord has given us his promise that he will stay with us at all times. He is the God of the living. He has overcome evil and death and his love is stronger than any form of death and destruction. That is why I feel that we should continually avoid the temptation of despair and deepen our awareness that God is present in the midst of all the chaos that surrounds us and that that presence allows us to live joyfully and peacefully in a world so filled with sorrow and conflict” Henri Nouwen
“Peace is the pervasive sense of contentment that comes from being rooted in God while being fully aware of one’s own nothingness. It is a state the endures beyond the ups and downs of life, beyond the emotions of joy and sorrow. At the deepest level one knows that all is well, that everything is all right despite all appearances to the contrary.” Fr. Thomas Keating
The Summit Road going east from Interstate 84 takes one to the turnoff to this gorgeous view from the Summit Guard Station on the Umatilla National Forest. In the spring, the camas and Indian paintbrush are spectacular above Meacham Creek Canyon.!
Here is an account from the journal of Narcissa Whitman, who crossed the Blue Mountains in late August, 1836. She and her husband, Marcus, established the Whitman Mission that fall in Walla Walla. They had left from Independence Missouri, and followed what became the Oregon Trail. She was the first white woman to come west in this fashion.
“After dinner we left the plain and ascended the Blue Mountains. Here a new and pleasing scene presented itself-mountains covered with timber, through which we rode all the afternoon; a very agreeable change. The scenery reminded me of the hills in my native country of Streuben.
August 29th. – Had a combination of the same scenery as yesterday afternoon. Rode over many logs and obstructions that we had not found since we left the states. Here I frequently met old acquaintances in the trees and flowers, and was not a little delighted; indeed, I do not know as I was ever so much affected with any scenery in my life. The singing of birds, the echo of voices of my fellow travelers, as they were scattered through the woods, all had a strong resemblance to bygone days. But this scenery was of short duration-only one day.
Before noon we began to descend one of the most terrible mountains for steepness and length I have yet seen. It was like winding stairs in its descent, and in some places almost perpendicular. The horses appeared to dread the hill as much as we did. They would turn and wind around in a zigzag manner all the way down. The men usually walked, but I could not get permission to, neither did I desire it much.”