The end of July always feels like it came too soon. There is such a brief moment of summer, and where has it gone. Beauty day after beauty day slips away in the thousand things, defined by the small pieces of each, and the next time you look around, the greens have faded under the sun, and the river runs low and green, and the dark comes earlier every day.
It is the time to slow down and notice the tiny gifts, to make the most of the strong days and soft evenings.
And to go out in the yard and sleep with an old dog under a starred night sky.
Image: Loree Harrell, July 2013, King by the spring on Larch Mountain.
If you ever went to Outdoor School, you never forgot it (especially those pancakes off the stoves made out of tin cans that were burnt black on the outside and runny on the inside. I probably did it wrong.).
Save the date and save your stuff!
YARD SALE July 12,13 and 14th at the Corbett Grade School Cafeteria from 9AM to 5PM.
Please help us raise the funds to ensure Corbett School District’s kids can attend a full week of Outdoor School! Download the flier here ( PDF ) with all the information!
Donate Your Stuff!
You can bring items to the Grade School Cafeteria on the following dates:
Donations to the sale are tax-deductible.
Monday, July 8th from 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM
Tuesday, July 9th from 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM
Wednesday, July 10th from 10:00 AM – Noon
All those who donate their items or their time, are warmly invited to a “Pre-Sale night” on Thursday, July 11th. Thanks for supporting our kids and Outdoor School!
Corbett’s 4th of July celebration is billed as “A Hometown 4th”, and it most certainly is. Corbett always has a bit of a Brigadoon feel, but on the 4th, I always feel I’ve stepped beyond the veil into an earlier, friendlier time.
The parade is completely charming, the Fun Fest grounds is hopping all day and evening with music and food, artisans and ample amusements for the kids, topped off by the best fireworks display this side of the bridge (I might be slightly prejudiced, but it’s a good one).
Visit their site for links, history, and more information, and we’ll see you there!
All pictures from Fun Fest site, copyright Mindy Schmidt, excepting the banner, which is Loree Harrell; 2011
I love this time of year. Not because my house often reaches an inside temperature in the mid- to upper-80s, not because it’s high season at the hotel and a bit crazy at times (okay, it’s a bit crazy often), not because it’s a good excuse to buy another slew of $4.00 tank tops…
Berries. Cherries (cherrrrrrriessss!). Rhubarb. U-Pick. Roadside stands. I could live on fresh fruit with frequent yogurt and occasional ice cream. Fresh lavender in big beautiful delicious purple bundles.
If you drive the Historic highway, without pulling over at least (at least) once for something straight out of the field, you’re missing a smile. So grab a container big enough to sustain you through the summer traffic at the Falls. Here’s a sampling along the Historic Highway…
Troutdale main drag
The Fruit Stop… great selection of local fruit and veggies, plus beautiful hanging baskets.
Market on Saturdays at the old train Depot…
(and don’t miss the First Friday art walk this week!!)
George Knierem’s place… u-pick raspberries. Just past Dabney State Park on your right, Woodard (to your left) goes up and over the hill to drop into Springdale. Watch for the signs!
Kerslake Farms: u-pick and picked raspberries and blueberries.
Past the Stark Street bridge, through the curves and past the dragon, first right on Northway and follow the signs.
Watch for bouquets of fresh dahlias in little huts with a jar to leave a couple bucks in along the way!
To get to Wills Farm: [“tons of different fruit all summer” according to an inside source], bear right on Hurlburt (just past the Springdale Pub and catty-corner from the Springdale School), and turn right on Christensen Road.
After you pass the Corbett Market (yes, stop), and the fire station (hats off to the magnificent volunteer Corbett Fire Dept), keep an eye out to your left (I’m speaking to the passenger-side person here, of course). You will pass a stand in front of Kirby’s blueberry field with (oddly) blueberries, cherries, rhubarb (whatever is fresh and lovely) for sale, or grab a bucket and pick your own blues.
Still looking to the left, watch for the lavender signs… there’s no better way to scent your car or your room, and the best thing about lavender is you can skip the vase and just let the stalks look and smell pretty as they dry.
Right after Women’s Forum, follow Larch Mountain Road to the right, and take a quick right onto Salzman to get to Klock’s blueberries – u-pick. The field is a bit higher, so berries are on a bit later and the fields are huge! U-pick starting soon, check their site.
If you eat half a pound (each) while driving the 14 miles up to the top of Larch, you won’t even notice that the steps up to Sherrard Point are steep. Promise.
Enjoy : ).
COLUMBIA GORGE ART FESTIVAL
15th Annual Art Festival
May 18-19, 2013 at the Corbett Grade School
10a – 5p
The Corbett Education Foundation will host its 15th annual Columbia Gorge Art Festival the third weekend in May 18-19, 2013. We invite everyone to stop by and take in the art, food, and entertainment. Artists and Craftspeople offer all types of items from paintings to sculptures, soaps to jewelry – and much more. We still have room for a few more Artists and Craftspeople, so give us a call or email if you are interested in being part of our fine event.
This yearly festival provides our operating funds for raising scholarship money for Corbett youth continuing their education, thereby allowing Corbett Education Foundation to pass along 100% of all scholarship donations received from community individuals, families, and businesses to the students.
Each year, we attract folks from all around the Portland Metro area who venture out to Corbett to see what our talented artists have to offer. If you are someone who loves art, we have watercolor and oil paintings, glass art, wood sculpture, ceramic and fabric art, jewelry, and so much more. Stop by for our 15th Show and join the thousands of people who grace our town during the Art Festival in support of the artisans and volunteers.
Please join us and see for yourself. Come out and grab a free hamburger or coffee and pastry from our food booth. We’ll take care of you while you are in our lovely community of Corbett.
Help us celebrate 15 years of Success for the Corbett Students!
It has been one wicked windy few days. Utterly beautiful blue skies, frosts in the mornings, and an all around visual delight.
But bundle on up before you go out there, it has been one wicked windy few days.
You would think that those of us who have lived here our entire lives would be used to it. However, I have come to the personal conclusion that there are things you never get used to and will push against to your last breath. For me, the wind is one of those. I’m good with cold, I’m okay with hot (yes, we do get hot. Think back.), but when you add those 52 mph gusts to a 32 degree temp, I’m out. Could I please have the 14.1 degrees straight in calm air? [Want to know where I got that number? Here’s a cool toy for those of us who live in the wind. Wind chill / temp conversion tool. You can thank me later.]
However, I would like to point out a couple bright spots in the midst…
1) You look very healthy when you come indoors (once you get the hair back off of the wrong side of your head and other humans can see your face) with a flattering rosy glow.
2) If you’re having trouble waking up in the morning and getting into your day, save the five bucks for the coffee and just step outside.
3) When you take your dogs up to that stretch between Corbett and Aims for the run down to the river, that calm clear cold under a clear-star-sky moon will absolutely redeem any lingering annoyance with the environment.
Larch Mountain blocks the east wind completely where the dogs and I take our nightly hike to the Sandy River. Completely. We pile into the van in the chaos and drive up the hill, and we step out into pure peace.
It is such a gift. The waxing moon has lit the trail almost to no-flashlight level, the river is sparkling under the occasional mist, the rocks are beautifully frosted, it’s the perfect temperature for the long hike back up the hill, and everyone else is huddled at home around the woodstove, leaving the trail, and the forest, and the river,
to just us.
It is a good thing.
It rained yesterday for a goodly part of the day. Hard. I know that because Rian and I were tromping around town in it, gathering up site partners and talking to good people. Everyone here understands when you walk in with their informational packet wrapped in plastic, your hair askew, and your makeup running.
It quit, or more accurately slowed, early afternoon. Late afternoon, clear of tasks for the moment, I headed for my daily hike in the woods with a van full of dogs (358.8 pounds in four black-and-tan bodies officially qualifying as a van full). We got there just before 5:00 (the days are getting longer again, have you noticed?), in time to walk the first mile through the forest without a lamp. And when we came out of the woods at the river a mile later than that, there was still enough light at the bottom of the gorge to sit on a wet rock by the river for a few minutes and enjoy the rampage before the late dusk turned to full dark.
It is a function of human, that when you’re in the middle of flourescent and traffic and phones and people all day, you don’t think about what that inconvenient rain and a relatively warm day means in the wilder parts of your world.
The Sandy was running high and loud and beautiful with rain and snow melt. The huge sitting rock at the edge of the beach was six feet out in the river, the boulders at the bottom were gently knocking into each other, the air was crisp and clean and six kinds of jazzed up with ions, the sky had cleared enough to show a swath of stars sparkling in the cold. It takes all of thirty seconds in that environment to wash out a day and drop you into sweet peace. Try it some day, when it’s been raining all day and still might be a little. Hike a muddy trail, get a little wet, take a happy dog, brave the dark. You’ll walk out new, I promise.
October rocks. Yes, we had a couple days of downpour, but yesterday and today have been magnificent, and the next bout of wet coming in Friday just makes a body appreciate the bits in between.
The (Sandy) river is running really chocolate from the earlier rains – cell pic doesn’t do it justice, but it looks like if you stuck it in a blender you could whip up a milkshake. Soon as the ground gets used to rain again, it’ll clear up.
And we got first snow on Mt. Hood last night! She looks so lovely with the first coating of white on blue under blue again. Sorry, no picture – I was driving.
Enough talking. I’m going to go outside and embed sunshine in my pores.