January 20, 2021 – So far 2021 has not brought much change to our daily life, but the relief of having a new president casts a hopeful light on our future! We celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary this month, with homemade Indian food and leftover Christmas chocolate. We continue in pandemic lockdown mode, staying home unless doing essential shopping, going on neighborhood walks, or weekly out of neighborhood hikes. Vaccines are seeping into the community, mostly to health care professionals and long term care facilities. My husband has temporarily unretired and will be helping with vaccinations. Thus he was able to celebrate inauguration day doubly, as he got his first dose today.
Hiking: We have been on three hiking adventures so far. The first, on January 7th, was our annual trek to see the bald eagle nesting area along the Klickitat River near Lyle, Washington. We saw at least thirty birds, many of them juveniles that still have brown plumage.
Bald eagles flying across the Balfour-Klickitat pond.
One eagle stayed perched in a tree nearby.
Closer view.
Many more eagles in the trees across the pond.
Zooming in, even more eagles can be seen disguised in the foliage.
Another dozen eagles were out on the sand bar where the Klickitat River flows into the Columbia River.
Two adults, one juvenile bald eagle on the sand bar.
Osage oranges along the trail here.
They are a curious fruit.
We walked a couple of miles along the Klickitat River trail.
Downy woodpeckers were in the bushes nearby.
This is a converted rail trail with a nice even tread.
We turned around at the Fisher Hill Trestle.
View down the Klickitat River from the trestle.
A side stream cascading into the Klickitat River.
On our return walk we saw a congregation of a couple of dozen eagles circling overhead.
On January 14th, we walked around Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge in Southeast Portland. The blue sky was reflected beautifully in the water, and we saw cormorants, herons, and a barred owl near the trailhead.
Blue sky.
Reflections in the marsh.
Winter foliage.
Muraled Mausoleum across the marsh.
Oaks Park on winter/Covid hiatus.
Cormorants and herons, Downtown Portland.
Cormorants.
Barred owl.
Back out at Catherine Creek, near Lyle, Washington, on January 19th, we found the first grass widow of spring, then hiked a long loop up Atwood Road, across the top of Sunflower Hill, then down the Desert Parsley Trail back to Rowland Wall, thus completing some of the gaps in our map there. It was a beautiful day – chilly, but conducive to hiking up hill at a steady pace to see the eastern gorge spread below magnificently.
First grass widow of spring!
Catherine Creek waterfall set in the winter landscape.
Mt Hood to the west.
The arch from Atwood Road.
An old stove near Atwood Road.
Lunch view from the top of Sunflower Hill.
Oak tree, Mt Hood, noonday sun.
Looking up at our guide Ponderosa from The Desert Parsley Trail.
Knitting: So far this year I have finished knitting a sweater and a gnome, I’ve started a blanket and a new pair of socks:
Farallon Cardigan
Here We Gnome Again
Habitation Throw, using my “advent” yarns exchanged with my knitting group
Artists Garden Socks
Quilting: I finished my Plaid Rectangles Charm Quilt, a companion piece to my Plaid Applecore Charm quilt.
Plaid Rectangles Charm Quilt
Companion quilts.
A New Day! After a long, satisfying hike yesterday, I got up way too early (for me) to watch the inauguration celebration. I felt some trepidation, due to the recent insurrection. I am very relieved to report that all proceeded beautifully. The participants were diverse, eloquent, hopeful, forward looking! I cried as I witnessed the swearing in of our first female vice president! The singing, the president’s speech, and the prayers were relevant, meaningful, beautifully delivered. I adored the young poet laureate, Amanda Gorman, and the firefighter who signed as well as spoke the Pledge of Allegiance. The outgoing vice president was gracious in the transition. The colorful wool coats of the ladies brightened a blue sky day, when the Capitol, unfortunately, had to be surrounded by military lockdown, as the previous occupant never really conceded to his violent, deluded followers. I am disappointed that my daughter, sitting in her apartment about a mile away from the proceedings, could not witness the day. She assured me they remained safely within, while the din of helicopters continued above. Perhaps, going forward, the domestic terrorists will withdraw and think about the bill of goods they were sold, the lies told, the violence fomented by a greedy, disappointed narcissist who was only ever out for personal profit and aggrandizement, with no concern for the common good, no interest in public service. Good riddance! Meanwhile, executive orders and initiatives are already putting to right some of the damage, and asserting to the world that we want to participate in finding solutions for global problems.
Dry Creek Falls, which we have hiked 
Margaret Quilts 