Parked south of Salt Lake City on my route toward Arizona, I hear the gentle whistle of a distant train. That faint mournful call, I say to myself, is exactly the sound a train should make. Not, as I have experienced for the last three months, a RV shaking, cacophony like a 737 landing on my rig. One thing’s for sure, I do NOT miss that train track over my RV.
I am also not going to miss dead fish collection duty. In my time here I have developed a better understanding of the fish’s plight though. They seem to be in constant peril. Birds swoop out of the sky sometimes dropping the hapless fish before even eating them. Yes, many mornings I am surprised to discover a smashed fish carcass on the sidewalk far from the ponds but bizarrely near the picnic tables – coincidence?
Minks stalk and drag the fish from the ponds for an easy meal. The salmon that return to the hatchery having lived an oceanic life for a few years die after that long swim back. So I can see how a fish life can be tough. Glad I am not one – a fish that is.
But with Oregon in my rear-view mirror, I realize I will miss all the cool breezes off the river, the stunning and plentiful waterfalls, the kind and fun folks and the delicious blackberries and abundant colorful flowers. For this farewell to Oregon post, I am delighted to share a few of the cool photos I got before I left. I hope they help you enjoy the Oregon experience as much as I did.