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The Amtrak train departed Portland exactly on time on a Sunday afternoon in late June and arrived on time the next morning after breakfast into East Glacier, Montana, located on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation.

We had spent the night sleeping on bunk beds in a private sleeping room with the rocking back and forth of the train, feeling a lot like a plane flight, but with a lot more space and privacy.

Most of daylight time before sunset is along the Columbia River

Our dinner had been served without the dining car, yet a nice dinner was provided to us as we sat in our private room and enjoyed the peacefulness and views out our window. Our Amtrak train from Portland hooked up with the famous Empire Builder in Spokane which travels between Seattle and Chicago. The Empire Builder had a dining car where breakfast would be served in the morning.

The evening meal was simple, fresh and tasty.

We treated that overnight train trip like an overnight plane flight and simply slipped off our shoes, lay down and went to sleep.

Rolling toward sunset

In the morning, we were served a full breakfast in the dining car that we had hooked up with in Spokane, Washington and it had plenty of breakfast options and our choices were well prepared.

The trip offered spectacular early summer views of the river terrain which shifted from forest greens to desert browns as we went along.

Would we take this trip again? Absolutely.

Across the bridge from Portland to Vancouver, Mt Hood in background
Looking at Oregon from Washington.
Our private room
Shifts in terrain as we head eastward
Some areas were desert-like
Major dams

We continued down the river, enjoying the divergent and awesome scenery.

‘til sunset

We arrived in East Glacier Park excited to see the Glacier Mountain National Lodge situated across the street from the train station where we planned to stay for the next four days.

Town located on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation, Montana
East Glacier Park
The journey was approximately 700 miles one-way.

The Glacier Mountain National Lodge is very historical and is filled with stories of early railroad and mountain ventures into the Pacific Northwest. The Lodge is designed with huge columns made out of colossal logs, The Lodge offers many options which we took advantage of to enter into Glacier National Park for sightseeing and hiking. We took both bus and boat trips on mountain lakes to get around.

From the Rail station to the Lodge
Looking at Train Station from the lodge.
Our room on the train
Converted to bunk beds at night
Observation car

I chose several photos to highlight the tours we took both by bus and by boat of Glacier National Park, while staying at the Lodge.

Sun Tour Bus trip, Going to the Sun Road
Time out to enjoy the views
Spacious high meadows
Spectacular scenery
Two Valley Medicine Boat Tour
Great water reflections
Headed back to Portland on the Amtrak Train.

This was a spectacular round trip on the rails. It is also the second time we have taken it, and would certainly take it again.

Interested persons can book this kind of trip via Amtrak as a package tour. Or one may book the items separately for timing the train trip, the lodging and shuttle friendly hikes individually.

A nice starting point for this is http://www.nps.gov/glac.

For more information about Glacier Park Lodge, see http://www.glacierparkcollection.com

In-Laws

It starts with the entangling of two separate branches, 

Mingling  family trees, new traditions, and soft memories.

Chosen by loved ones, finding ways into new hearts 

Starting with shy “hello”s, perhaps nervous smiles, familiarity grows and love does hopefully follow. 

Sharing celebrations perhaps too grand,

Trying new foods, perhaps too spicy or bland. 

Celebrating occasions not always perfectly blended 

Partaking in ceremonies, dutifully staying ‘till they’ve ended. 

At times tolerating jokes that aren’t always that funny, exchanging supportive hugs, soft giggles, hearing happy slaps of people’s backs and children’s wiggles. 

These newcomers, 

Welcomed at first into homes because of love for those who hold their heart in their hand,

And owing to that simple fact, 

The families reach out to these newbies, while hoping they all manage to stay intact. 

So here’s to the family we didn’t first find 

for all the love they since offered 

From their bodies, hearts and their minds. 

May we continue to respect and let their love grow, as our families change and again, newly flow. 

There are two important switches we have in life.  On and off.  Birth and Death, for example.  Or, act and don’t act.  Then, there is go or stay. Try or quit.  And the list goes on. Any computer specialist, however, will tell us that even binary decision-making can get pretty complex in a hurry.  When one adds up all the many possible “do’s” and “don’ts” they might even be contradictory or lead to circuitous results.

In situations where life has gotten very complicated, it is useful to go back to thinking about simple switches.  And along with that, we must learn to turn off complicated and ridiculous choices that do not have to take place.  

There are times when it may be best to be in the middle ground, somewhere between on and off, or yes and no. Shades of gray. This means yes, under the following conditions; or no, if this happens.

How do we know which button to push?

Most of us come up with a set of policies or understandings to decide what to do now, some based on previous experiences, some part based on what we are doing right now, and some part of it based on what we expect to do in the future.

Then there is this.

We are not alone pushing buttons. Others around us are pushing their buttons too. This makes decision making even more complex.

When I reach this point, I often take out a pen and a paper and start writing my choices, listing what I think is important. If I am not ready to do that yet, then I draw, or take a walk or go outside and do some gardening.

Artistic expression and exercise, in my opinion, is an important aspect of decision-making, giving the mind pause and space to think through.

Oregon Coast

Day’s End

Sometimes it is nothing but a thought, a short poem or quick sketch. It is a dream of days past, under different circumstances, long ago.

Spring is a time for dreaming.

Crack of Dawn

Our island is a gift of many precious moments, one of which is sunrise.

Watercolor and gouache, by MJC.

The Gardener

Here are two different watercolor perspectives that I painted of a person living on our island.

He is a yard cleaner and gardener, hard worker and an immigrant to this island.

I wanted to paint the quiet emotion I saw between a grandmother and her granddaughter. What I visualized in painting them was peace, identity, pride and love, expressed in shades of yellows, blues and pinks, surrounded by soft, fractured textures. It felt best to carve out their contours and shapes with oils using a palette knife, showing their presence, their intensity, their closeness as a bright splash onto blue backgrounds. This was quick work, often described as “alla prima”, but in fact, also using photography to remember some little details.

Grandmother and Child, oils, MJChamie

There has been little rain since June, and our native plants have withstood the onslaught of sun and dryness with aplomb. The taller native plants also have shaded our non-native hydrangeas and geraniums from the oppressive sun and heat.

The Douglas Asters stand tall and proud while sheltering ferns and other shade plants behind them. All are sheltered by the native willow bush above them.

The hydrangeas peek out from under the Spicebush and show their big leaves.

Under the Western Spice Bush in the front yard
Under the Cascara Tree and the Vine Maple Tree in the backyard

We maintain the centers of defined areas next to the street with native plants while mowing the edges to give them some semblance of organization.

We leave the grass unwatered so that the entire color of the yard, this time of year, is a melange of yellows, greens and soft browns.

The front porch is seen from the street and yet the landscaping gives it a sense of natural privacy.

Our neighbor also shares greenery with us which is very nice to look at from the porch. All in all, we have lots of nature and yet still feel a part of our local urban spaces.

Looking to the front porch
Looking from the front porch to the street

We live in a tiny bungalow in the City of Portland, next to restaurants and other city features. However, our native plants habitat brings us birds and natural micro habitat settings to explore and enjoy.

Oregon Sunshine flowers and natural grasses.
Backyard with water stations for birds
Our baby Madrone Tree is starting to take shape in the corner.

Today is a special day for us as it is our wedding anniversary. Much to our amusement, we watched a passerby this morning as they stopped to enjoy our yard and made a pretty design with leaves from our tree. It was a special anniversary gift from an unknown artist. Thank you!

A Presentation of Art provided by a passerby
Front entryway

Last year, I introduced the idea of making our urban yard a haven for birds and native plants of the northwestern United States. See https://marysgardens.blog/2023/08/08/landscaping-a-city-bungalow-with-native-plants-of-the-northwest

The goal of our small yard is to create a feeling of naturalness, but with some more deliberate landscaping using a small amount of mowed grass to give it a bit of shape.

I have tried to blend the plants between mowed grasses and naturalized areas to make softer transitions. The idea is to move softly between greenness and texture.

A number of readers asked for some specifics regarding the plants that I had put in. Plant names are located in the photo captions.

Buck Brush or Ceanothus cuneatus
Coyote brush or Baccharis pilularis
Aconite or Aconitum
Manzanita or Arctostaphylos
Fernleaf biscuitroot or Lomatium dissectum
Lupin or lupine
Cornish sanguinea (nonnative)
Red elderberry or Sambusa racemosa
Vibernum
California bayberry
Great camas or Camassia leichtlinii
Greater tussock sedge or Carey paniculata
Columbine or Aquilegia
Evergreen huckleberry or Vaccinium ovatum
Western Swordfern or Polystichum munitum
Red Flowering Currant or Ribes sanguineum
Golden currant or Ribes aureum
Vibernum
Red-osier dogwood or Cornus sericea
Spires
Western serviceberry or Amelanchier alnifolia

We have a small yard, less than a quarter acre in total. The plants photographed for this blog are front yard plants only.

The overall effect looks like this in early spring.

I will continue to photograph the yard as the seasons go by to show how it changes over the seasons.

Small front yard
Space between sidewalk and street. In the middle is the tree called Persian Ironwood or Parrotia Persia, a city approved tree.
Front yard next to sidewalk

A tiny little yellow ranunculus already peeks through the grasses.

Underbrush

Thriving messily under trees and bushes, tufted into grasses as tiny wild flowers and leaves, we find the mesmerizing textures and colorful resilience of our natural lands. These undergrowths are quieted and hidden from the larger, more vulnerable open spaces where highways and buildings and mowed lawns exist. In these complex undergrowths, one senses the assurances of protection, the softened wind, the wisps of sunlight streaming through the curtained taller bushes and trees. Such locations are a tousled source of nests for birds, a safe nursery for young plants and a sanctuary for many, while offering artists a great source of infinite, playful texture for larger paintings.