When I set off on this journey, one of my very first rules was ‘say yes’. Whenever I was going to spend time with someone, if they asked me to tag along with what they were doing, I would say yes. That rule has brought me to pee-wee soccer matches, the green rooms at music venues, into the kitchens of popular restaurants and opened the door to too many incredible experiences to list. This last week, it brought me to the airport in Stevensville, Montana - the home of Skydive Missoula. My friend, Renee, is obsessed with skydiving and spends all of her summer weekends in the “drop zone”. When she asked me to tag along, my answer came easily: yes. Because she knows everyone there, she introduced me around and over the next couple of weekends I got a serious look inside the world of skydiving. Unfortunately, because of the repair bill I’m looking at for my van this month, I didn’t jump myself, but I had an awesome time hanging around the shop, getting to know everyone and taking these photos.
The shop at Skydive Missoula wasn’t an unfamiliar environment for me. It reminded me in many ways of the scuba dive shops I’ve worked at over the years, just with a different set of equipment. It’s a vibrant place, with music pumping and a hundred different things happening at once. The longer I spent there, the more organized the chaos became until I finally saw the well-oiled machine it actually is. Everyone I met at Skydive Missoula over the last two weeks was excited for their jumps from first-time tandem jumpers to seasoned veterans with thousands of jumps in their logbooks. It really was a fun environment to experience, even though I wasn’t there to jump. I was incredibly impressed with the competence of the staff who lived, ate and breathed skydiving. Having hung out with them outside of the shop as well, I can tell you that they just keep on talking about skydiving late into the night. Even the pilot of their plane was a seasoned skydiver.
During my two weekends at Skydive Missoula, I got to be witness some really cool experiences, including my friend Renee’s 100th skydive - an epic milestone in her skydiving career. I also got to see one of the school’s students, Sereina, get her skydiving license which put a huge smile on her face. In addition, I got to see a couple of dozen people make their very first skydive ever. They looked nervous getting on the plane, but were all smiles by the time they landed.
I had an amazing couple of weekends hanging out at Skydive Missoula. If you’re ever in the area, stop on in and tell them I sent you. I’m sure they’d love to show you how to fly.
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I’ve got good news and bad news to start off this week. The bad news is that Shadow Catcher is still in the shop in Missoula, waiting on parts. My new axle housing has made its way all the way from Florida to Indiana where it is currently being rebuilt. They should be putting it on the road to Montana by Friday with it arriving early next week. Once it’s here, it should only take a day or so to get it on and to put everything back together again. I will likely be writing this post from Missoula again next week, making it three weeks since we pulled into town, but I will hopefully be on my way soon thereafter. The good news is that the shop has loaned me a truck in the interim, so I have packed up my camping gear and hit the road in it. I’m very grateful to them for the loaner as it has allowed me to get out and do some exploring this week. It’s not the easiest way to travel, but it sure beats sitting around on my hands in Missoula. I think if I had three weeks to sit there and stew, it would be hard to bounce back from. This week has taken me south through the Bitterroot Valley, across the Big Hole and the Bozeman Trail and is winding up here in Butte, where I am writing to you from today. The weather has been great and I’ve definitely been enjoying myself despite the difficulties of being out here without my van and the stresses involved with that.
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After finishing up this post last week, I went out and enjoyed a wonderful night of music with a songwriters’ round at the Zootown Arts Community Center there in Missoula. This event brought together four unique songwriters from around Montana who took turns sharing their songs and the stories behind them. It was the first event of the newly formed Montana Songwriters Collective and it was really enjoyable. After the show, I went down and had a burger at the Missoula Club and then headed back across the river for the night.
Colonel William Wallace purchased an 80 acre tract of land back in 1884 along the south fork of the Coeur d’Alene River. Over the next few years, several major silver deposits were discovered in the surrounding hills and a town grew up around Wallace’s cabin. By 1887, the railroad had made its way into Wallace and the town would grow even bigger. A fire in 1890 would burn much of the town and wooden buildings were rebuilt in brick. Despite this, Wallace would burn again in 1910 in what would come to be known as the “Big Burn”, one of the largest forest fires in American history. Wallace rebuilt again and the silver in the hills kept the town alive. The mines would thrive until after World War II and then slowly began to close. Today, Wallace’s population hovers around 800, with tourism being the town’s major industry. Wallace is the only town which is included, in its entirety, on the National Register of Historic Places. It’s a wonderful place to wander through with lots of old buildings, bars, hotels and restaurants. The historic Oasis Bordello Museum tells the story of Wallace’s storied red light district which lasted into the 1990s. Besides the history of the town, the area surrounding it is full of hiking and biking trails, ski slopes and a plethora of other outdoor activities. I first came to Wallace over 20 years ago and every time I return it makes me smile. It’s just a lovely little town, well preserved and open for business. I hope you enjoy these photos from fabulous Wallace, Idaho - small town perfection in Idaho’s Silver Valley.
Gold was discovered along Prichard and Eagle Creeks back in 1882, sparking a small rush to the area. The town of Murray was established in 1884 and named for a local miner, George Murray. 5000 miners made their way to the valley, but the placer gold soon played out and the town’s population would drop to about 500 by 1910. Mining would continue in the area until the late 1950s. Wyatt Earp spent some time in Murray at the end of the 19th century. Perhaps the most loved and remembered citizen of Murray was the prostitute turned madam Maggie Hall, AKA Molly Burdan, AKA Molly B’Damn. Maggie was born in England to Irish parents and moved to New York in 1870. She came west a few years later and made her way to Murray during the gold rush in 1884. While quite a popular prostitute in town, Molly was also known and remembered for her kindness and generosity, being sure that everyone in town was fed and clothed. She died of tuberculosis in 1888 at the age of 34 and was buried in the town’s cemetery. Murray still celebrates their favorite lady every year during the annual Molly B'Damn Gold Rush Days.
There isn’t much to Murray these days, but what there is is fantastic. The Sprag Pole Inn and Museum is a sprawling complex stretching through several buildings and containing the personal collection of Walt Almquist. It displays everything from old matchbooks and cigarette packets to one of the world’s longest wooden chains. Down the road is the Bedroom Goldmine which has a plexiglass covered mine shaft in the back room. Guests were allowed to pan for gold until a flood washed out all of the support structures. I thought Murray was just the coolest little town and I’m glad I stopped to check it out. I hope you enjoy these photos of tiny Murray, Idaho, an old gold rush town in the Silver Valley.
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Greetings from Big Sky Country. It is wonderful to be back in the Rocky Mountains. I have just gotten to Montana and am really looking forward to my pending exploration of this fascinating and beautiful part of the country. This last week brought me north through the Idaho panhandle, where I explore some beautiful lakes and cute little towns along the way. I got a couple of short hikes in and have had some time to relax and catch up with a friend as well. It’s been overcast and drizzly for most of the week, but it has cooled off significantly, so I’m not going to complain. I would have loved to have taken my photos of some of these towns under blue skies, but I’ve been enjoying them nonetheless. Before I tell you what’s to come here in Montana, let me tell you what I got into with my last few days in Idaho.
After finishing up this post last week, I went out and took a walk around downtown Pullman, Washington. There was a cool old train depot, some nice bridges and a fabulous used bookstore which is one of my weaknesses. I also went up to see an old pioneer cemetery in town which had graves from the 1890s and was hidden away in a residential neighborhood. I crossed back into Idaho and took a stroll around Moscow as well before hitting the road north.
I dropped into a little town called Potlatch to see their historic train depot and then continued north to Saint Maries, a cute little town sitting at the confluence of the Saint Joe River and the Saint Maries River. The town was named by the locally famous Jesuit missionary Father Pierre DeSmet during the 1840s.
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The weather is definitely warming up this week. Temperatures have been pushing up towards 90°F (32°C) on me here in the Pacific Northwest but thankfully it cools off quite a bit in the evening. Personally I would have loved some more springtime temperatures between winter and summer, but I know it’s almost June so it’s getting to be that time. The days are getting really long out here which has its pluses and minuses, but for the most part it’s been pretty good. I finished off my time in Oregon this week and I’m definitely glad I had the opportunity to see the Willamette Valley and all it had to offer. It was a relatively quick push back across the north of the Beaver State and southeast Washington to put me back into Idaho. I had a fabulous trip up into the depths of Hells Canyon this week and am ending the week here in Pullman, Washington just across the border from Moscow, Idaho. Both are pleasant university towns, but Pullman has a Planet Fitness so I dipped over here for a workout and I might as well finish up this week’s post while I’m here.
After I left you last week, I decided to stay the night outside of Portland at Edgefield, the old Multnomah County Poor Farm which is one of the McMenamin brothers’ signature properties. I thought a relaxed afternoon seemed like an excellent choice at that point and since I could get a dorm bed there for just $45 and be able to enjoy all of the amenities of the resort, I jumped at the opportunity. I had stopped by Edgefield on my way up the Columbia River Gorge last September and really wished I could have spent more time there, so I’m glad I had the chance to on this go-round. The main building at Edgefield is a beautiful, old, brick building with lots of art, nooks and crannies to explore. The property had four bars and the winery open while I was there, plus the main restaurant. I enjoyed a soak in the soaking pool, a nice long walk around the property and a plenty of quiet time reading my book. All of the shared spaces encouraged conversation and I really enjoyed chatting with several people during my stay. It was a wonderful afternoon and evening and somewhere I would definitely recommend if you’re ever in the area.
Mount Angel got its start as Roy, Oregon back in 1850. Thirty years later, Reverend Adelhelm Odermatt arrived with a group of Benedictine monks from Engelberg, Switzerland. Together, they established an abbey, a church and a school and were soon joined by a group of settlers from Bavaria. When a post office was established, they took the name “Mount Angel” which is the English translation of the town Engleberg. This sleepy little town of about 4,000 people grows a hundredfold each fall as tourists from around the world arrive for their annual Oktoberfest celebration. Mount Angel built their glockenspiel in 2006 and it is apparently the largest in the United States. It was a joy to watch when it came to life and on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I was the only one there to see it. There are some great old buildings and some beautiful cast iron signs and signposts around town which I have to believe came from the local Windischar's General Blacksmith Shop. I especially enjoyed the beer at the Benedictine Monastery’s wonderfully named St. Michael Taproom and will have to visit the monastery itself on my next visit. I definitely enjoyed wandering the streets of this little Bavarian town in the heart of the Willamette Valley and would absolutely recommend a stop to anyone passing through the area.. And if you’re there in September, you’ll be in for a real treat as their Oktoberfest looks like a heck of a good time. I hope you enjoy these photos from quaint and picturesque Mount Angel Oregon, the Willamette Valley’s Little Bavaria. Prost!
I had a wonderful time at the Dayton Days Rodeo in beautiful Dayton, Washington over Memorial Day Weekend. Here are some of my favorite action shots from the bull riding and barrel racing events, my two favorite rodeo events. In the bull riding, you can definitely see some of the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat in some of these pics. Remembering that a bull rider only needs to stay up for 8 seconds between the gate opening and a successful ride, yet only one or two were able to make it that long. I don’t really shoot a lot of action or sports shots, so these were fun photos to take. Enjoy these photos from the Dayton Days Rodeo.
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It’s been a lovely week here on the road, spent mostly in Greater Portland. The roses are in bloom here in “Rose City” and the weather has been lovely. Despite this part of Oregon’s omnipresent overcast mornings, the days have generally been cool and sunny. I’ve spent much of the week catching up with old friends and taking a little bit of a breather from the journey, but I’ve also gotten out and seen some great new things in Portland which has been nice. I had planned to be heading east from here, but a minor van issue has kept me from moving on for the moment. I’m hoping it’s fixed and that I can get going in another day or two. It’s been a great few weeks here in Oregon, but it’s definitely time to be moving on down the highway. I’ll hopefully be eastbound before the weekend.
After finishing up this post last week, I headed back to Salem to catch up with my friend, Erin. We met for a lovely dinner at a little downtown spot called Venti’s. After dinner we just carried on our conversation and it was a fun and wonderful night. I took the day off on Thursday to spend with Erin, who had just recently moved to Salem. She didn’t have any favorite spots to show me but we had a fun day anyway, mostly just hanging around her place and chatting.
On Friday I said my goodbyes and headed back to downtown Salem for the morning. I wanted to make a quick visit to the Willamette Heritage Center which preserves some of the area’s oldest buildings. The centerpiece is the old 1889 Thomas Kay Woolen Mill, which is a marvelous industrial brick building. Also at the Center are the houses of some of the Methodist missionaries who came to Oregon long before anyone set off down the Oregon Trail.
Back in 1950, a local farmer named Paul Trent took two photos of supposed UFOs from his land just outside of McMinnville. These are some of the earliest and most famous UFO photos ever taken. They were printed in Life magazine and in newspapers across the country and around the world. Every year McMinnville hosts a UFO festival which is equal parts serious lectures and discussions at the convention center and tin foil hats and ray guns at the street party downtown. I was thrilled to be able to attend the UFO Fest this year and to be able to take some photos of the parade and the participants in costumes around town. Sometimes it’s nice to take some photos just for fun.
Driving into historic Brownsville, Oregon put a huge smile on my face. I first saw the movie Stand By Me as a teenager, and I had read the Stephen King novella The Body even earlier. This coming-of-age story of four boys navigating adolescence in the small town of Castle Rock (Maine in the novella, Oregon in the movie) really moved me. I’ve seen it dozens of times in the intervening years and Brownsville was where it was filmed. The whole town felt so familiar to me and it really is a quintessential small town and the perfect location for the movie to have been filmed in. I loved just walking the streets and taking it all in and I had a beautiful day to be there. I went to Pioneer Park and watched some young people playing baseball which was fun (the park was the scene of the pie-eating contest in the film with locals used as the extras in the scene). I enjoyed a great lunch at Randy’s and dinner at the Brownsville Tavern and just really enjoyed my visit. I even sat in my van and watched Stand By Me while I was there. I’m not the only person who visits Brownsville because I’m a fan of a 40 year old movie. They even have an annual festival to remember and celebrate the film. If you’re ever cruising through Linn County, pop in and have a look around. It’s a wonderful town full of wonderful people and I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you. Enjoy these photos from Brownsville, Oregon which will always be Castle Rock to me.
Pulling through Oakland, Oregon on an overcast spring morning, I caught a glimpse of a great, old Bull Durham Tobacco ghost sign next to a vacant lot. Turning onto Locust Street so I could hop out and take a photo of the sign, I found myself in the middle of a delightful historic district. Back in 1846 as westbound emigrants were making their way down the Oregon Trail, the last obstacle they faced was one of their greatest: navigating the treacherous Columbia River Gorge. A party led by Scott Applegate pioneered a cutoff from the trail to avoid the river and the Applegate Trail was born. Following this trail, the Campbell and Cornwall families ran into winter conditions before reaching the Willamette Valley and ended up settling right where they were. Their settlement would eventually grow into the town of Oakland. When the railroad arrived in 1872, Oakland would grow into a transportation hub. Stearns Hardware opened in 1887 and has been going ever since. Over 80 of the buildings in town were built between 1852 and 1890 which led to Oakland being the first city placed on Oregon’s historic register back in 1968. I didn’t stay in Oakland long, but it really made an impression and I hope to return in the future. For a small town, it sure seemed to have a lot to offer. I hope you enjoy these photos from historic Oakland, Oregon.
