Pebble In The Shoe Of Time

A Spotted Owl. The epicenter for much foolishness here in the Pacific Northwest: causing unnecessasary restrictions, starting in the 80's, on the logging industry. It was believed that logging of old growth was threatening the owls chances for survival here. It has turned out however that the unforseen and natural immigration of larger, more aggressive owls from the East Coast, USA, have rather been their undoing; the invading owls driving the Spotted Owls out of prime habitat. No one knows why the new owls are coming or if it is part of a bigger, not yet understood, cycle. The Salmon River from my Green Canyon, Mount Hood campsite. Old growth Douglas Fir means a lot of ready to fall trees and widowmakers: large branches that fall with devastating consequences for cars and campers. Sadly, a terrific thunderstorm blew in, making abandoning the camping trip necessasary. A tree blew over just about 30 feet away from my van as the weather front burst through. Hail, wind and heavy rain bade dangerous hours ahead, so I split the scene with haste. Mt Hood in milder weather.
My cat Simba, always glad to see me return home.