Running My Age on the Wildwood Trail

Wildwood Trail

“Portland hit two records for the date: With 1.8 inches of rain, the day easily surpassed the .16 of an inch Jan. 17 typically sees and just squeaked by the 1.76 inches that fell on the date in 1976.” The Oregonian   All my past birthday runs have been packed up and rolled into one big trot… Continue reading Running My Age on the Wildwood Trail

Spring Break Run

A few weeks ago during the boys’ Spring Break, after days of snowy Oregon activity, I finally had the chance to get out for a run and found my new favorite place: the Salmon River Trail which hugs and cradles and sleeps along a spectacularly wild river. all content © Tim LaBarge 2014

Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode

Just before Thanksgiving, 1859 Magazine asked me to head up to Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood to make some pictures for the January/February issue. It was a thrill to explore the lodge and the side of the mountain for a few days as snow fell and skiers rejoiced. After dinner, editor Kevin Max and I ventured out… Continue reading Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode

Salmon catch (in the van)

From the rocky precipice that is the northwesternmost point of land in the contiguous United States, we watched a half-dozen bald eagles perched in the trees and an otter frolicking in sea. Waves crashed against sea stacks. Sea birds circled and dove and rode big swells. The wind carried bits of rain. And always the… Continue reading Salmon catch (in the van)

Silcox Hut – Mount Hood

Silcox Hut, Mount Hood, Oregon. photo © Tim LaBarge 2013

That’s not snow falling out of the January sky. Those are stars. Everywhere I looked, there were stars. Last Sunday night tucked in a little lodge up on Mount Hood, we celebrated a friend’s birthday. At 7,000 feet, we enjoyed meals, drinks and a fire. And while Silcox Hut itself is charming in its rustic,… Continue reading Silcox Hut – Mount Hood

Snapshots from the trail

Wildwood Trail, Forest Park

I still carry my little Canon camera each time I run, I’ve simply neglected to post images here. This little camera has brought me more joy than I predicted. I am usually excited to head out for run on some trail or another, but coming home with an image or two lets me relive it… Continue reading Snapshots from the trail

An early morning walk

I cursed, for sure. The stretch of time between closing my eyes and opening them again had been too brief. It was still very dark and at least one child was awake and the dog was squirming. I had expected to remain asleep, comforted by the drone of crashing waves, at least until I saw… Continue reading An early morning walk