All Gone To Look For America

 

Small Country Roads Edition

   I had the idea this trip to go out and just look.  I wanted to see if the signs of destruction of our culture were visible to the eye of the beholder. Does it show?  Is it as pervasive as we hear?

   It was another cursory examination.  But I have this idea that the weight of the evidence is on the side of the humble and lowly of the earth continuing their lives in some form or other. I hope so.

I tend to hang on to Genesis 8:22.

“While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, Cold and heat, Winter and summer, And day and night Shall not cease.”

   That seems like a good promise that life will continue in recognizable ways. I believe in that Mercy.

   Today we toured the hills east of Highway 101, driving through several small towns.  Some no more than a house.  Alsea, Nashville, Philomath, Waldport....

America still looked like America to us.

   The other thing about today was the predilection to drive small country roads, unknown and mysterious.  In fact, we sometimes try to get ¨lost.¨  It is almost impossible for us to get lost in Washington, but in Oregon it might be possible. Not today though!

   There were small dim roads through the yellow fallen leaves.

There were smooth dark rivers.

Odd little hill country towns, that seem to  have been based on timber work mostly.

I can´t even tell you how many Christmas tree farms we saw!

It was a good day for a drive.  No rain. The sun was shining, mostly, off and on in that PNW way. Leaves were still falling.  If I opened the car window and listened I could hear them coming down.  A dry little whisper.

November is halfway over.  Soon 2023 will be completed.

But Don´t Forget

Sasquatch Lives Matter!