“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
Category: Explore
Age Nine on the Willamette River
I love the idea of just putting down the paddle and stepping up onto the gunnels of the canoe. You do it not to be silly, nor to show off, but because you want to to see if you can. I love the idea of fishing for hours and hours, not even needing to land… Continue reading Age Nine on the Willamette River
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
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
Seasonally Defective
I checked the temperature on my phone when I finished my run: 90 degrees. Strange. It was 33 degrees when I started. At one point during the run up Council Crest, the highest point in Portland at 1,071 feet , I did catch myself daydreaming about Summer. But it was certainly not 90 degrees on… Continue reading Seasonally Defective
Snapshots from the trail
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
Mount Adams: It’s the water
My sons asked if I would bring them a rock from the summit of Mount Adams. At the location of the question, in our kitchen at about 75 feet above sea level, I thought it was a good idea. But then the reality of packing a couple of rocks down, no matter how small, seemed… Continue reading Mount Adams: It’s the water