the bonnie lure

8.28.2015


It took just one whiff of the air at Bonnie Lure to transport me instantly back to childhood and the hill in Washington State where my Dad built our house in the '70s.  Something about the trees, the clearings, the grass, and the way the sun was coming through it all was a magical reminder of where I grew up.  Isn't it strange ~ and wonderful ~ how a scent can take us back so quickly to times and places in our past? 

This place, however, is a part of my husband's childhood, a place he used to fish and hike with his father, brothers, and friends.  He led Thor and I through a what seemed to me a labyrinth of trails and trees to get to where Eagle Creek meets the Clackamas River. The shore was very rocky, but the view was great, the sound sublime.  

On the trail back, I noticed a bit of fall color starting to appear in the trees, and even some golden fallen leaves on the ground already.  Are you ready for fall?  Rain is in the forecast here in Portland for the next several days, and that could not make me happier.  I want to take a walk in the pouring rain, listen to it rushing down the gutters and drainpipes, and cozy up in an afghan and read all weekend.  

Read:  I just finished book 2 of the Elena Ferrante Neapolitan novels at the recommendation of my sister.  So good.  I can't wait to read book 3, but last night I started My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgaard.  So, first things first.  What are you reading? 


by mlekoshi