Cedar Flat and Leaburg: 13 and 15 miles East of Springfield, Oregon

I feel the need to write on this post, please bare with me. I was hurting today, drove off with very little gas and $6 in my pocket. I just wanted to be on the river, had to risk it. I pulled off on several little boat landing stops, as I drove out of one I spotted my husband going buy in his semi. I gave him a quick call, no answer of course, he was driving, duh. I drove off slightly disappointed but continued my journey. I found a new spot walked down to the water sat on a rock to listen to the river. The phone rang, expecting Randy I did not check the number, it was a telemarketer, while I was on the river of all things. I tried to cut him off he kept talking. I shoulda just hung up, but trying to be patient and polite I didn't. In the end he offered me something free for $4, huh? I quit being patient and hung up. My peace in that spot completely disturbed, I drove on to the next, I got close to the water took a bunch of shots, my mind not really on it. Then I spotted some raccoon tracks, my mind was quickly distracted by thoughts of what the little fellows had been doing, there were some big ones and some smaller ones. As my mind went back to work, I imagined a happy little raccoon family fishing and drinking here in the early morning hours. I was feeling so much better as I left. I drove up the little road up to the highway there on the edge of the highway I spotted, what else? A raccoon dead hit by a car, I was devastated, as if the lives I created in my head for these little critters had been real and I had been a part of it. Still trying to gather my wits I went to the next little hole in the wall and proceeded to just take pictures and not think at all. I succeeded at this for a bit, then I just gave up, I tried to go home made a wrong turn went a couple miles the wrong direction, my gas light clicked on. Found my way to the right road and made it all the way home to the drive way where I collapsed in a bundle of nerves. It probably doesn't sound like much to you, but I validated a couple things for myself. First if you go in generally the right direction you can find your way home, second leaving one place for another doesn't help, you take yourself with you, and three having a gas can in the trunk is a must. I knew all these things, guess I just needed a short reminder course.

Here are the shots:

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 Oh as a side note; those two fisherman in #25, yah those two, they got freaked out by this out of shape scary lady with a camera and beat feet shortly after I got there, or maybe it was the cell phone ringing while they trying to relax. At the time I took it personally, that will tell you where my mind was.

Hope you enjoyed the shots. I promise much fewer words next post.