Eugeneward ho!


It has been quite a few months since the wife and I both had a day off – a weekend day specifically – together. And on these rare occasions we sometimes don’t realize it until nearly the last minute. Of course, the first thing we ask eachother when such a situation arises… is “so what should we do?”


Sure enough, we found ourselves in such a situation this past weekend. There wasn’t enough time for an overnighter, and she wanted to at least sleep in a ‘bit’. So the options for a destination narrowed down to something less than 3 hours away and – because we po’ – ideally something on the cheap. Portland and Hood River were ruled out early on, and since the dog’s been sore lately, so was any sort of adventurous hiking expedition. It took only a few moments before Eugene was suggested, and immediately all combined eyebrows raised without objection.


Highway 20 towards SistersOur destination was now set and in no time we were jumping in and out of the shower, delightedly clicking through Beer Advocate, and perusing events and attractions in the Eugene area.


With a cursory agenda set, we saddled up the Fitty, corralled the exuberant dog, and hit the road. Rolling out of Bend northward, we stop quickly for a huge iced tea and some greezy breakfast items at Sonic Drive-In, before striking Hwy 20 towards Sisters. We ended up leaving town by 10 and aside from getting stuck behind a house being moved, we enjoy the wide open road.


There are several routes to consider, when driving from Bend to Eugene. All of them pretty, but the McKenzie Pass takes the prize as the most awesome. It’s a scenic byway only open and snow-free for a few months, lined with stunning viewpoints, remote trailheads, waterfalls and all sorts of Oregon’y goodness. We make a couple brief viewpoint stops on the eastern (dry side) before eventually passing westward down the winding narrow road towards Eugene.

North and Middle Sister MountainsMount Washington from McKenzie hwyMcKenzie pass, near proxy falls

The McKenzie Pass is one of my old haunts from years ago, and is featured prominently in my book. We discuss pulling off and taking a stroll. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s a shady cool forest on a bright sunny day, and just around noon. My first thought goes to Proxy Falls. It’s easily in the top 3 falls in Oregon and is a staple in everything from calendars to advertising…very picturesque. The hike in is 3/4 of a mile, through both forested and rocky/sunny outcrops, before the whisper of the falls meets us. I coax the wife down the rocky scramble to the base of the falls, where we take our time wading out and exploring the crystal clear pools and eddies. I neglect to mention all the little craydads (my own term for crayfish/crawdads) that are surely dancing about our wiggling toes.

jaeda dog jumps from the creek up onto a logcuuuuutest everproxy falls (photo taken in 2009)


The falls canyon is cool and relaxing, but with the thought of delicious craft beer, we scamper back up to the trail and enjoy the stroll back to camp, chatting with some other visitors, making recommendations about nearby attractions. I don’t think we told them I wrote an entire book about said attractions, haha.


The landscape has already transformed into a lush forest of ferns and mosses, primeval almost in its vibrancy. We cruise slowly down the road until it finally levels and straightens into rolling timber hillsides and farmland.Around Blue River or Vida we spot a farm advertising produce and turn around to investigate. We are not disappointed. In addition to you-pick and hand-picked blueberries, they’ve got a little petting zoo, homemade blueberry popsicles, and enough tasty organic produce to make us squee with delight.

We polish off almost the whole pint of blueberries in ten minutes, and were soon seeing signs of civilization and are fast approaching Eugene.


Eugene- Whitaker neighborhoodIt had been more than two years since either of us had spent any time in Eugene. It was basically just as we remembered. There’s a lot that I can say about the place, and a lot that I can’t quite articulate. It’s unique in a number of ways, specifically a rare and powerful sense of community and diversity. On one hand, it’s a city that seems old and worn…soggy and dirty. Yet there’s no trash, tons of development, and a young population. It’s a haven for the homeless and destitute, yet a vibrant college town. Home to anarchists, hippies and environmental protesters…but also the birthplace of Nike and a mecca for track running and outdoor recreation. It’s a beautifully green town, tree-lined and gardened, with a burgeoning craft-beer scene. This last fact did not escape us, and for this specifically we decided to visit Eugene on a lovely Sunday afternoon.

Hop Valley Brewing was our first stop. A nifty little brewpub restaurant, technically in the adjacent Springfield, not far from I-5. Their beers are great, their branding and atmosphere just as spot-on. It’s got a decent food menu and the staff knew the beers well. We shared a sampler and a special limited-edition ‘saison’ that was tart and tasted more like a fruit beer – just look at how neon red it is! We also destroyed a sausage plate, which featured their own meats and three different sauces/mustards.On the way out, we also bought a pair of can koozies for home…because well…it keeps cans cold, perfect for camping, and sometimes you just need to hide the shame of that PBR or Rainier.

hop valley brewing sampler trayHop valley brewing saisonSasquatchi

Ninkasi Quantum PANinkasi sampler flight
– Stop number two was the amazing Ninkasi Brewing Company. These fellows don’t mess around and are already brewing multiple-award-winning elixirs, while also supporting tons of awesome events, charities and earning a place in my list of all-around great breweries (tied somewhere in top 5!). We shared an epic flight of their best stuff.



Kulmbacher PilsBier of many coolers

– Our third stop was the venerable Bier Stein. We wanted to pace ourselves (I did have to drive afterall) so we sipped and relaxed, browsing their huge bottle selection like kids in a candystore. I went with a light Kulmbacher, a german pils I hadn’t had in maybe five years. It was delish. The Misses went with an IPA.


falling Sky Brewing samplerOur final stop was the new Falling Sky Brewing. This was the surprise underdog stop, as we hadn’t had their stuff really and had just looked it up on the fly before the trip. What we did know, was that their menu seemed the most impressive…so we wanted to save them for dinner. The clock was creeping past 6, so we pulled down the alley and were glad to see this vibrant outdoor patio and a bright modern gastro/brewpub. We went with a cloud-shaped flight of their very tasty brews. We also split a BLT with a side of their delicious poutine…which I have a craving for again…being a cheese n’ gravy aficionado as I am.


Jaeda; patio vacuum and part-time dog, joined us for our long relaxing meal at Falling Sky and we spooned at delicious homemade ice cream as a band setup for the evening. The sun was quite low however, and being a Sunday night, we reluctantly groaned to our feet and made our way to the car. We topped off the gas, and hit the road, back east over the pass.


TwilightCascades Sunset w/full moon

Aside from a stop to water some trees, we also somehow timed some perfectly serene and beautiful sunset views all along the way. We rolled into Bend around 9, unlocking the front door of our house with just a hint of fading twilight to guide the key in.


What a day!



It’s summertime and the living is easy

I’ve gone basically two weeks without a post, just wanted to assure my readers that I am still alive and kicking, enjoyed a few days vacation, and having fun taking some in-laws out and around town.

Aside from the 4th of July festivities, we’ve gone whitewater rafting, camping, spelunking, floating and generally cruising all over central Oregon. Whew, entertaining 16 year old girls is quite the workout!

Grunions vs Scunions

Wanted to share a nice little trick that the wife found online and had me try. Basically this:

Green onions (scallions) will thrive in a glass of water.


Not like scallions are expensive, merely $1 (or I believe $.69 here at Hy-Vee) for a bunch, so allow me share some great reasons to try this yourself:


Scallion in water

  • Leaving them in a glass of water will keep them fresh perpetually. Scallions only last a couple weeks in the fridge before getting wilted and slimy. You can start now! Cut off the nasty parts and submerge the roots, it’ll come back to life. I’ve been growing the same bunch for over a month now.


  • They will re-grow, fast! You can cut from the plant often, and it will send up new green shoots if given lots of sun. I’ve noticed a couple inches of growth in a day for some of the larger stalks. They grow taller than you see at the stores too, have a few getting close to three-feet tall!


  • They’re clean and organic. No soil, no bugs, no chemicals. Even if they were not organic when you bought at store, i’d assume they will become ‘organic’ – free of chemicals – after a few weeks.  (though some may argue otherwise). I don’t even wash them…except a good rinse before the ‘planting’.


  • Scallions make great houseplants. They are a vivid spring-green, are incredibly easy to care for (just add water), and look stylish in a mason jar or vase. They are perfect in a kitchen window or table – being food themed – but honestly look good anywhere from an office cube to a patio. Also, they’re cheap.


Couple quick tips:

-Change the water at least once a week.

-Only keep an inch or two of water.

-Peel away any dead pieces or husk.

-I’d recommend filtered water if you’ve got highly chlorinated tap water.

-Sometimes the stalks fill with goo, just like aloe vera. Squeeze-out before visiting the cuttingboard.

-Most people, me included, prefer to the green parts of the plant… more flavor, color, texture (in my opinion). If you primarily eat the white end first, chopping off the root nub will likely kill the plant and not re-grow the roots.


Oh, also please feel free to vote for either Grunion vs Scunion in the comments, ha.


The smallest digits

Yeesh, so I was walking…well, more like trotting…into the kitchen yesterday, and somehow caught my tiniest of toes on the corner baseboard trim. After the wave of searing pain and string of profanities subsided, the wife decided to wander on in to see what all the commotion was.

“I think it’s broken, I heard cracking,” I said between clenched teeth.

“Uh-huh,” she replied casually, used to my shenanigans and ploys for attention; the countless cries of ‘wolf!’ that I deliver on a regular basis. A single tear rolled down my contorted face as I hopped around on one foot. This had little effect on this woman, jaded from my procession of past dramatic performances, where the slightest hint of a bruise or scrape was my only ‘proof’ of actual harm.

“I’m serious!” I wailed, but this only galvanized her assurance that I was milking the situation.

“I think I need suturing,” I then muttered, unleashing my most pathetic and dejected expression, something that could be described as a combination of puppydog eyes and vacant mouthbreathing. Her response to this, predictably, was to burst out laughing and resume whatever task that brought her there to the kitchen in the first place. To her, it was just another of my exaggerated eccentricities…and while she does enjoy them at times…I was basically a street performer. She got her chuckle from it, I got whatever ten seconds of attention that I needed, and we were now free to go our separate ways.

Of course the reason I’m telling this tale – as you maybe guessed – is that my foot actually did hurt. It hurt really, really bad.

“I feel blood,” I muttered, staying in character. I don’t recall her replying or even giving me a glance when I said this. She was already grabbing a glass of water, having wiped her hands of my nonsense. I can’t blame her, I pull this sort of mercy plea fairly often. “It’s pooling up in my sock, I can feel it,” I pleaded.

She chuckled a bit, afterall I was now taking this beyond the normal attention span for such performances. “It’s soupy, I just know it. I think…I think I need suturing.”

After another moment of hopping, I tried to put some weight on it and wailed in pain. She had turned her justifiably skeptical attention back to me and finally gave in. “Alright, take your sock off then.”

We hobbled to my office, and I collapsed into the chair, putting my leg up on a small table that she cleared off. She was probably already planning the emasculating remarks in her head, for when my foot looked healthy and intact.

“Ow ow ow!” I bleated, as she tried pulling the fuzzy sock off.

“Oh come on! I haven’t even- OH GOD!” she exclaimed, taking half a step back. Sure enough, there was blood everywhere. My little toe was a gory mess, and the nail (and some of the surrounding meat) was just hanging there. A trickle of red ran down my foot. The inside of the sock was soggy. Alas, my foot was as gnarly as she could imagine or I could hope.

That’s basically it, end of the story. She sutured it up with gauze and provided sage medical advice for me to ignore. I was of course grateful to be made whole by my soulmate. That outcome aside, I don’t think this story really has a message or a theme, or a lesson gleaned from it. I think we each got something out of the experience though. To her, perhaps I learned a lesson on the whole ‘crying wolf’ thing; that my eccentric attention-seeking antics finally caught up to me, that I won’t exaggerate next time. To me though…well, probably the opposite. I now have precedence! Stubbed toe or sickness, papercut or sniffle. An actual potential injury to bank on!