Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun....
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
Ever noticed the way kids have such bright shiny eyes and most adults don't. Hows that? Do we just lose some part of ourself when we grow up?
Some people (like me) are just driftwoods, moving from one place to other, taking life as it comes. Experiencing the endless possibilities universe throws at us. Some others with fixed goals, fixed plans in life work hard to realise them closing down any other possibility that life presents them with. Does any of this baloney really matter in the end. Aren't we all killing time until we have to say goodbye :) Anyway, I killled my time this weekend with a ride through the beautiful Columbia river gorge and mount Hood.
I-84E is a very scenic ride through the gorge. I love it specially during sunsets. The mountains, the silent river. Its romantic, melancholic, beautiful all combined into one. Mount hood is the tallest in Oregon. Its a pretty mountain, really. Notice the loopy road pic. I've seen that in a magazine cover and was curious where that was. Rowena Loops on the historic columbia river highway (30E from Mossier till Dallas). Amazing roads with scary twisties perfect for sportsbikes. During the ice age, massive slabs of ice came down from Canada through Montana, Idaho and carved out this spectacular gorge we have now.
The massacre of American Indians by the europeans is one the worst in the recent history. How many millions, I dont know. But my heart goes out for all of them. I hope they can live peacefully in their own land today. I am not just saying that the europeans have been the badass guys. History has repeated itself with the invaders slaughtering millions of the native population. The Islamic invasion of India from about 1000 AD to 1600 AD when they plundered, slaughtered and looted the local Hindus. It is funny how Islam came about in about 700 AD in middle east and by 900 AD, these guys were waging wars, conquering lands, slaughtering locals with a passion. I wish India could've been strong enough to resist. Any nation should be able to protect its own civilians and interests
The return trip is along I-14W and its a nice, winding road through the mountains and the gorge. Columbia river in this area is like the Mecca for windsurfing and kitesurfing. I am not much of a watersports person, but hang-gliding is something I wanna pursue. Someday, I'm gonna be this guy ;)
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7 comments:
That's a nice loop. I've always liked that area. Did you go up to the 3/4 scale Stonehenge above the park? It's a memorial for local WWI soldiers. Sam Hill's tomb is up there, too, it's a plain granite cube about 5 feet on a side (now that's understatement). The Mary Hill museum is cool, too. Went there on several school trips back in the day. It's fulla Rodins.
Did you happen to notice that all the campgrounds along Highway 35 are named after Robin Hood characters? I've often wondered why, the Forest Service isn't usually big on themes.
-Coho
like all other posts, amazing snaps !!!
Aarti.
Daa .. "Where were you" is indeed an amazing "romantic melancholy" type of a song (thats a word coined by me if you dint know B-). Have you ever "felt" the emotions in the song anytime in your life ? :D
Gopa.
can't do a "coming back to life" without drugs, I'm convinced!
kock kock .. update this !!
that was me Gopa :)
enjoyed reading.. :)
happy gliding..driftwood .:D
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