A Sunday Roadtrip

Yesterday The Artistic One and I decided to ignore chores and duties and hop into the car for a one-day adventure. We headed north, then west, then south in search of photo ops. Our first stop was the Rogue Gorge near Union Creek, where we wandered up the path to see what we could see. What we saw was interesting lichen on a tree

the Rogue River dashing over rocks into pools below, creating little waterfalls

what we first thought might be fairy hair, but after touching it and discovering its rough texture decided it was the beard of either an elf or a troll

a fern (or holly?) growing from a small space in a rock – an unlikely home, we thought.

The Rogue continuing it’s path over the rocks, letting nothing deter its movement forward.

A plant bearing a tiny red berry

and an Oregon Grape Holly with its berries of blue

a fallen log raising the hair of the river.

Then, straight out of history and fiction, the bee who heeded the words of the spider as she asked “Will you walk into my parlor?” (Mary Howitt), much to the dismay of the bee.

And so out day began and continued – which I will share on another day.

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