Here you can see that actual end of the Pacific Northwest. Eugene sits at the end of the Willamette Valley, nestled into the mountains and hillsides of the Coastal Ranges. Everything north of there was socked in with the perpetual grey gloom of a NW winter, but you can see that the clouds end at the mountains and freedom waits beyond!
This is one of those hills that sticks up in the middle of a farming valley that I can't help but mentally paint a castle on top of. For at least a mile I think about the thick walls, lined with trebuchets, launching huge buckets of rubble at the evil host below.The problem with taking pictures on a solo road trip is that there is no one to be IN the pictures. Landscapes are deadly dull. I'm going to have to do something about this . . .
Hills! How I miss hills :(
ReplyDeleteI believe that those hills are called drumlins...they're usually mounds of glacial till scooped up and deposited by Ice Aged continental glaciers.
ReplyDeleteI'm not even being sarcastic. I should have been a geologist...
Wow Claire, you knew that off the top of your head? That is pretty impressive, one nerd to another.
ReplyDeleteAs I was driving up into the Cascades today I thought a lot about the scene from the Hobbit where the unseen Mountain Giants are hurling boulders at each other from peak to peak and causing rockslides. Even though I now know the truth, as a father, I think I'm going to stick with them being Mountain Giants who got lost in the fog and, finding themselves stranded on the valley floor, were overcome by their fear of flats.