Eclipse!

The Ninja Librarian is in Oregon, watching the eclipse.

As a treat while you wait for our return, a few photos of the Eastern Oregon landscape, from earlier trips.

I tend to think of eastern Oregon as fairly flat--a rolling lava field much like eastern Washington (which is also not really that way--that's just what you see from I90). And it can be.

Oregon looking prairie-like aside from the volcanic artifact that is Fort Rock.

But an awful lot of it is more like this. Still volcanic, but not so flat.

US 395 near John Day, Oregon.

 Oregon can also look like this:

John Day Fossil Beds National Monument, Painted Hills

Interesting contrasts between the eroding hills, the volcanic butte behind, and the irrigated valley between!

We'll be looking for places more like what's behind the Painted Hills, for the best view of the eclipse!

And finally, Eastern Oregon can also look like this.

See you in a few days!

©Rebecca M. Douglass, 2017
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O is for Oregon's John Day Fossil Beds

 

I could have made this about Oregon's Crater Lake National Park, of course.  Or the Oregon Coast, or Olympic National Park, where I did some memorable hikes in the 1980s.  But I want to highlight the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument (even if it's not as good a fit for the letter) because until recently I didn't even know they were there.  

We stopped for just a few hours last summer on our drive from the Canadian Rockies back to California, and even in the middle of the day (truly a rotten time for photography) they were spectacular.  Not only were the museum and Visitor's Center great, but the geology and paleontology--wow!  Take a quick tour.

There are four or five small sections in the National Monument, and we visited only two, though perhaps the two main sections.  First was the Sheep Rock Unit, where the museum etc. are, as well as some of the fossil-bearing formations.

That green-looking clay stuff was really green, and puddles were green, and the mud left to dry up after a rain was green.

 Our second stop was the Painted Hills Unit.  Wonder how it got that name, huh?

I can't imagine how great this would be at sunrise.

 There were lots of signs asking people not to go walk on the hills.  Some morons did anyway, and it is clear that the footprints stay for a long time.  Not cool.  These hills were farther from the road so fairly untouched.

If my memory serves, red is iron, but I can't remember what's yellow or the black streaks.

Even in midsummer, some flowers insist on blooming in the most unlikely places.

And there it is--if you are ever traveling through eastern Oregon, make the time to stop and look.  Granted, US Route 26 through John Day, though a "main" road from Bend to the Idaho border, isn't really an obvious route.  But sometimes it's worth going out of your way to see something most people never will.