ARCHIVE - Landscapes of Change: Dry Falls » maps

ARCHIVE - Group 4: Day 1 – Site 1 Red Alkali Lake Map

Trevor Manns — Tue, 06 Nov 2012 17:37:24 +0000

At Red Alkali Lake we defied Peters wise words, and climbed the loose basalt up to a cave. From there we watched, like hawks circling the sky, looking out at the dry valley. We watched Jayden almost get sucked into the Alkali, and others walk around the valley floor; so contrast from the yellows and browns of the dried plants. Here at Red Alkali Lake we claimed our cave, and got our first taste of the many surprises Dry Falls had in store for us.

Group 4 place 3

ARCHIVE - The Cliff – Map

Colin — Tue, 30 Oct 2012 20:46:09 +0000

ARCHIVE - Delaney Spring – Map

Colin — Tue, 30 Oct 2012 20:38:33 +0000

ARCHIVE - Group 4: Site 3 – Plateau Map

Trevor Manns — Tue, 30 Oct 2012 20:02:59 +0000

As we climbed to the top of the plateau, not knowing what was in store for us, our neurons fired with excitement. We were met with satisfaction when we reached the top. Our minds blown from the actual scale; the view of the entire Dry Falls. Cow patties, the smell of sage, sound waves being brought in and bounced out from all directions as if the valley was one large amplifier. After hours of discovering the landscape, and in turn ourselves, we walked down the path to camp. Our neurons were still firing of course, but now with different patterns. For we were not the same as when we walked up.

Group 4s Place

ARCHIVE - Umatilla Saddle Map

Charles In Charge — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 18:46:07 +0000

Legend:

Pushpin= sigificant place

Male/Female sign= starting point

Arrow pointing to star= spider

Line= approximate route travelled

ARCHIVE - Deep Lake Map

Charles In Charge — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 18:43:29 +0000

Legend:

Pushpin=sigificant place

Line=approximate route travelled

Warning sign=warning

ARCHIVE - Southern Escarpment Map

brajes02 — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 01:52:06 +0000

The southern escarpment is an area located just south of camp. Here, there was a small rock outcropping that we found shelter underneath when a few drops began to fall. Thick, golden grasses tickled our ankles and played with the wind.

Southern escarpment

ARCHIVE - Red Alkali Lake Map

brajes02 — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 01:27:24 +0000

At Red Alkali Lake, there was evidence of the drought. Arid ground cracked beneath our feet and a hawk circled above, looking for any prey we might stir up. We sat on a boulder and watched the day go by, meeting with other humans occasionally but mostly sitting and drawing.

Red Alkali Lake Map

ARCHIVE - The Creek of Barking Dogs – Collage Essay

Alex NW — Wed, 24 Oct 2012 21:27:23 +0000

The babbling brook, as I’m sure everyone will write, is babbling. I see a microscopic, seemingly endless expanse. It flows as I hope to do, into the distance. A leafy cloud cover, pinescrapers slashing through its softness to the god they all worship. And all the while they leach blood from below. Sediments of story travel in the blood, as it time-rips the body apart, and in so doing makes itself a home. There are only faint bursts of color.

There are only faint bursts of color – tiny displays of fireworks in an emerald city. Such extravagance is unseemly in the thick and quiet green. The buildings are tall, and strong and heavy with the weight of the babbling bustling, watery thoroughfare below – such busy arterials, full of motion and sound. It deposits its many passengers and travelers upwards – to the sky, to the light, to the lofty position of those particles elevated.

The buildings are tall, strong, and heavy. Quiet fills the air, and the drift of the babbling water is all I can hear. Green fills the overstory but brown covers the understory as the deciduous leaves die covering the forest floor. My mind and eyes turn towards the darkness filling the deciduous stand of trees brushed over the barking creek.

Trees brushed over the barking creek. One can tell water has recently flowed quickly and heavily here. There’s a sound, off in the distance, ever so faintly you can hear the symphony rise over some mossy ridge. We’re not alone here, but we are in large company. Bugs haven is everywhere, even on your sleeve.

We’re not alone here, but we are in large company. The company of trickling water and leaning trees. Trees that don’t wish the burden of their heavier branches, so they lay upon the ground and on top of the water to let things grow through and around them. No matter what this large company is green and a diverse green at that because even dead trunks and branches let moss grow on them.

ARCHIVE - Basin Map

Charles In Charge — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 22:32:19 +0000

Legend:

Pushpin=sigificant place

Line=approximate route travelled