Feathers inspire courage to fly to where one is called…It is the universe in flight. Lavelle Foos
Before I left Clear Lake (SE Houston), I came upon an Oregon Coast Picture Book Writers conference web site, where I found the image of a single feather on the sand. I wondered if that was a sign, and later that day got conformation from a psychic friend, that Oregon was indeed my destination and that I should go to Ashland. It felt good to have specific direction for the near future.
I went to Pensacola, FL for a fun visit with family. I left behind belongings to make room for my friend, Eileen, to travel with me from Houston to Salt Lake City. After reconnecting with friends in Kingwood and waiting for Tropical Storm Bill to blow through, we set out on a six day adventure.
TEXAS – NEW MEXICO
We experienced windy west Texas before heading for New Mexico.
In Santa Fe we visited my cousins and experienced historic churches near the famous plaza.
In Taos, NM we joined the crowds at the farmer’s market in the plaza – and had our palms read.
On the drive to Colorado I fell in love again with the wonderful landscapes of my childhood memories. I was inspired by the changing geography and often had tears in my eyes as my heart filled with love for this beautiful land.
Leaving Eileen with her daughter in Provo, Utah, I went on to Swan Valley, ID to visit cousins who live on the beautiful Snake River. I got a tour of the beautiful valley, a wonderful dinner and breakfast on the porch overlooking the river. Enchanting area.
I detoured at bit in Pocatello, ID to have my car repaired at the accommodating Hyundai dealership and to get my injured knee nurtured at the office of an orthopedic chiropractor, Grant Finn. I was blessed with wonderful care and connections with beautiful people.
My journey across Idaho to Oregon followed the path of the Oregon Trail along the Snake River. I could imagine the hardships of the wagon trains and how grateful they were to have the river for company and water in the desert. The miles of desert landscapes are now punctuated by irrigated farmland.
After hours of desert, I experienced great joy to see the snowcapped mountains of the Cascades hovering over the horizon of Bend, Oregon.
After 11 days, six states and 2600 miles of infinite variety, on Sunday, June 28, I gratefully arrived at my new home in Ashland, Oregon – where there would be more feathers in my future.