Foraging Nehalem Valley

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In the last weeks of a long Oregon winter, everybody must be imagining last year’s summertime.  I am remembering fondly a particular day.  It was the end of that long Oregon summer, when the evenings just dabbled with early darkness.

Jane and I were walking down a dirt road between Douglas firs.  We passed a whale made of aluminum, and a small room, of earth.  Bonsai trees, small succulents and ferns in tiny pots; then into a garden of tall corn stalks and rows of lettuce, chickens and goats, and an occasional wanderer, enjoying the flowers.  The garden edges off into fields, and then the forest, rising everywhere around it.

So much has changed here at Tryon Farm, since a small group convinced Portland to let them build a learning center for sustainable living in place of a sprawling condominium development, which would have hung awkwardly over the city’s second largest urban wilderness park.   
Brenna invited us to dinner, so that we could tap into their vast Oregon network of people who know people who might be able to help me find answers.

Foraging Nehalem Valley

By Erik Gauger

More at his website, "Notes from the Road"

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