Questions that occur to the traveler:
Why do we ever leave home? Getting ready to leave, we clean the house, the desks, the studio, tidy everything, vacuum and dust and put things away, take piles to Good Will — in short, the house looks wonderful. So why leave it?
Why — so we can come back to it with fuller appreciation of its charms, of course.
Why does the Mighty Columbia always seem so much bigger in eastern Oregon and Washington and so much more powerful?
How does a museum like Maryhill, full of kitsch and wonders, survive and thrive? And can I have an exhibit there?
[New wing of Maryhill Museum — patio with dragon]
Why is the sky so much bigger in eastern Oregon and Washington and why do I feel blind a lot of the time?
How can I avoid hat hair when hats are the only thing the keep me from being completely blind?
Why are the wind farms so fascinating, so beautiful to look at, so dizzifying to watch? Is it the blue of the sky and the gold of the hills that makes them enchanting? Or their movements like dancers?
Who decides on those historic markers along the roadside? Is there a list of them hidden away in Govt. archives somewhere? Are they spaced carefully or placed randomly? Are they state-decisions or somehow regulated by the feds?
[Chief Temuut’su (Timothy)’s Bridge, a 1923 dedication to a Nez Perce chief of the Alpowa Band. This must have been old route 12; you can see the new bridge through the arch.]
How can my partner of 49 years and myself get into an argument about carrots, an argument only completed when we both get to giggling (well, I giggled and jer grinned)? To be continued --June