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Willamette Mission


Keizer, OR :: We visited the Willamette Mission State Park twice this month. It’s a beautiful park full of filbert groves, corn fields, river beds, the largest and oldest black cottonwood tree in the nation (over 250 years old) and trails that wind around trees and meadows. As the leaves change colors and blanket the ground with color it is especially gorgeous.

John and I daydream about homesteading when our year on the road is finished. And if we settle in Oregon I would like to be in this area. John, the visionary and dreamer, often makes our homestead all-encompassing and painted over tens of acres. He has big dreams much like the people who came to this area in the early 1800′s. These settlers had a very hard homesteading life – plagued with constant illness and hardship. I’m up for adventure and hard work but I look forward to tractors and power tools and doctors nearby.

I’m currently reading Homestead by Jane Kirckpatrick. It’s fitting.

View from the car on the way in

Close up of the mission outlines

John and Molly playing hide-n-seek around a tree

The two gals

October 26, 2009   1 Comment



Keizer, OR :: This evening we watched the sunset from our car as we drove through St. Paul, Oregon. We were caravaning with D & K on our way back from Champoeg State Park. It was beautiful (the picture I took from the passenger seat of our car doesn’t really show how great the sunset was).

Three years ago I was hired to help with a catering job out in the Champoeg area. I fell in love. This area is where I want to settle in when our trip is over.

Today, we walked all around the park and down to the river with Molly. She was so full of life and excitement. Our little girl really loves to be outside and exploring her natural world. Sticks, rocks, acorns, grass, dirt…she loves it all!

Molly playing with D & K

The Willamette River

Walking along the dock with Daddy

See the little sign at the top of the second pier? It read, “crest line, flood 1996,” yikes!

Sitting on John’s shoulders, chewing on a piece of grass as we walk through the fields

October 4, 2009   2 Comments