Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Monday, July 27, 2009

BACK FROM OREGON



(On top of the world, wearing my Asheville Wordfest tee. You can barely see Mt. Sain Helen's in the distance.)

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Back home. And so much to do! More cabbage to do something with (sauerkraut? freezing? eating cabbage non-stop?), beets, more chard. Not to mention a house that needs cleaning, clothes that need washing, dogs ---well, we know about dogs. All 4 of them need their flea treatments, a little ear-work, and brushing, brushing, brushing.

Let me begin to tell a little about my trip to Portland, Oregon first, though. Woman's work is never done, but the memories of travel can begin to fade, faster and faster with age.

I'd never been to the Pacific Northwest. My good friend and poet Penelope Scambly Schott had been begging me to come visit her for years, but I always had other commitments, other excuses for staying home. This summer I didn't, so I booked a flight.

I dreaded the long flight, of course. And of course my flight was delayed. There had been a huge storm in Atlanta the night before, wreaking havoc with schedules, so we had to wait on the runway before being allowed to lift off for Atlanta. On the plane I met a delightful woman in a delightful hat who has returning to San Francisco after a week of visiting a friend in Asheville. We were both carrying different issues of The SUN and discovered that we were both poets. She was worried about missing her flight, with good reason. I hope she made it.

The plane to Portland took us over a lot of this country. When I looked up at the computerized flight path on the little screen above my seat, I realized we were passing over the Colorado Rockies, so I pulled out my digital camera. I'll be posting some of those photos next time. Meanwhile, here I am above on THE summit, to which I climbed with my friend's hiking group. They call this summit axis mundi, and I can understand why. From it one can see five peaks, including Mt. Hood, Adams, Rainier, and St. Helen's.



(If you look closely, you can see Mt. St. Helen's and Mt. Rainier.)



(Mt. Saint Helen's)



(Mount Hood)

7 comments:

My Carolina Kitchen said...

Welcome home. So glad you had a nice time and your photos are beautiful. I think the worst part of traveling is unpacking so I don't envy your task. Give your dogs a big hug - I know they're glad you're back and so are we.
Sam

Vicki Lane said...

So there you are! I'd been beginning to wonder.

Gorgeous pictures -- I've never been in that part of the world.

Welcome back -- need any zucchini?

Jessie Carty said...

wonderful! I want to visit the Pac-Nw at some point and this just reinforces that!

doris diosa said...

Of course, you'd make a great traveloguer (is that a word) or Travel Writer. i love the mystery: woman with a *hat* - what kinda hat? What is "THE SUN"? Arrghh! LOVE the photos. And like others - glad you're back. :)

Carole Richard Thompson said...

Thank you for sharing the beautiful photos from Oregon. I can relate to your feellings of the vastness of our country and the diversity. Flying to California, the clear weather allowed an amazing view of the dessert and "badlands". I realized how little I know about our fantastic United States. Thanks again, and Welcome Home!
Carole Thompson

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Thanks all of you for your welcoming words. Sam, the dogs are now wet and smelly, so I don't think I want to hug them tonight! I'm still finding odds and ends I haven't yet put away. This could go on for days!
No, Vicki, I don't need zucchini, but thank you for the offer. I'm still wrestling with cabbage. Two more heads to go. No room left in the freezer. Guess we'll just have to eat it.
Jessie, you'd love the Pac-NW. While I was there, the berries were coming in full force. Gorgeous and delicious. I have a couple of shots from the farmers market in Portland. Amazing.
doris diosa, the hat was a big straw one. Hey, I bought myself a hat in Portland; I'll have to digitize it and let you see. I wonder if I'll ever wear it? The SUN is a mag. out of Chapel Hill, very fine photography, with interviews in each month's issue, along with essays, poems, and stories. They have a website where you can find out more.
Carole, looking down on the Rockies and also Mt. Hood and Adams as we drew closer to Portland was pretty breath-taking. I'll have to post some of those photos very soon. The "badlands" in S. Dakota are fascinating. We camped there years ago. I'm trying to write a poem about it.

Brenda Kay Ledford said...

Kay,
Glad you had a wonderful tip to the NW. The photos are beautiful. Glad you all are back home safely.