“On November 2, they drifted into the quiet upper reaches of tidewater on the Columbia. Clark, on November 7, wrote: Great joy in camp we are in View of the Ocian, this great Pacific Octean which we been So long anxious to See.“
This from a book about Lewis & Clark’s Expedition along the Missiouri & Columbia River. That was 200 years ago. And now I will be making my own Voyage of Discovery up to the wilds of Oregon in a few short weeks. I want to see with my own two eyes this wonderous place where the Columbia River empties into the Pacific Ocean. Astoria has grown in my imagination over the last year. I first read about her on a blog and was smitten. The little San Francisco of the Pacific Northwest. Who doesn’t want to go there? Uh…I DO!
I’ve been dreaming about Astoria in my journal since last year. I made this page on Sunday. Bought my tickets on Monday. Portland & Astoria here I come. Oh dear, my 6 week vacation looms on the horizon. If I wipe the steamy window I can almost see it.
I decided against driving. I’m flying instead. I’m smiling as I imagine stepping out of this dry heat and into the moist coolness of the Pacific Northwest. The idea of 2 new beautiful places to explore thrills and delights me.
My mailart of a couple weeks back made it safely to Suzanne in Chicago.
I have a boy in my class who draws very well. The other kiddos always want him to illustrate their stories and draw pictures in their journals. He has a good eye for drawing things they way they appear. This is my other artist. No one asks him to draw anything for them, but that doesn’t dampen his enthusiasm or uninhibited sketching one bit. I prefer his style of artmaking. I mean will you look at this!? This….this is a MASTERPIECE. Look at those long arms and meaty hands! Those determined lips. I like the way the face seamlessly blends into the dress. And oh look, feet like giant commas. There is madness in those eyes. What? You don’t recognize me?