Back across the pass

Saturday we drove over to Central Oregon for a "Celebration of Life for a dear old friend of the family.  He and his son had, in recent years, purchased a sweet piece of property the other side of Lake Billy Chinook, or Lake Simtustus as it is now called in a politically correct manner.  I remember when this was just a river canyon.  The Corp of Engineers put in a dam with a hydro-electric plant, and created a beautiful water reservoir in this stinking desert.

The road to the property is a narrow two lane with no guard rails that clings to the curving sides of the canyon like a seam on a starlet's dress.  Enough hairpin turns to break a snake's back.  Two one-lane bridges.  And at the end of it all - paradise.  A tiny cabin  below the rimrock, with a well and a pond and a corral for the horses.  Everything an old cowboy could possibly wish for.

A small part of Lake Simtustus.  Those tall cliffs to the west cast wonderful cool shadows in the afternoon where the boaters and fishermen like to hang out.









With two and a half hours over and two and a half hours back, I had lots of time to knit.  I finished a pair of short finger gloves all except darning in the ends.  Then I cast on and finished a hat with that Great Pyrenees  dog hair yarn I spun.  the picture doesn't tell you what your hands would.  The hat is so FUZZY!  And it's way warm.  The gloves are a Christmas gift.  Got to get to work on those!