Alone Again

The last of our guests are winging their way back to Los Alamos, NM.  No, on second thought, I'm certain they are snug in their own beds by now.  We enjoyed having them, and having our Canadian friends from Montreal the couple of days before.  But, it's good to be home alone.

Carolyn's wiped out, and I'm not far behind.  We traversed central Oregon twice, once with each pair of friends.  Barely There, Clines Falls, the Crooked River Gorge, and Lake Billy Chinook were among the sights we showed our guests.  And, at long last, we were able to find Tumalo Falls while traveling with the folks from NM.

It is absolutely beautiful this time of year; snow melt has added to the already copious amounts of water falling 97 feet to the rocks below.  Tumalo Creek splashes and churns around the ten thousand boulders at it's base and transforms thousands of gallons of water into screaming veils of moisture every minute.  Although it's not the equal of Yosemite Falls, it's well worth searching for.  Do it if you ever get to this piece of Heaven - eventually you'll find it.

Gilbert O'Sullivan (I love that name for a song writer and singer.  His real name is Raymond Edward O'Sullivan - it takes real guts to claim oneself the whole team of Gilbert and Sullivan)  penned a particularly dark song about being alone, "Alone Again, Naturally".   Maybe he's right because he was talking about being without a mate.  But, if one does have a partner with whom to be alone, it's a very pleasurable way to spend time.

Friends are great, and our lives would be much less fulfilling without them.  But, if one is traveling this life with a partner who fits, friends are spice.  The partner is nourishment.

After a week of wonderfully spicy food, Carolyn and I are now being nourished.