Beaverwood for Christmas!

It was Christmas Day and I was on my way to visit my mother and step dad for a drive-by celebration when it struck me that I had some time to kill before my scheduled arrival. I stopped at Clackamette Park in Oregon City to spend a half hour. There, I admired the rushing brown rivers and leafless black cottonwoods. My mind and heart were heavy with the recent loss of my step mom and I speculated on what the future would bring to me and my father. I knew one thing for sure, I’d be spending a lot of time in Portland with my father in the coming days and weeks and I wouldn’t enjoy my daily interaction with the ocean, which is so critical to my spiritual and creative well being.

High water from heavy rain had deposited all manner of driftwood on the banks of the park and being the driftwood aficionado that I am, I had to inspect the various specimens flowing down the Willamette River Watershed.

In recent years, I have amassed perhaps the greatest collection of beaverwood in the world and never fail to hunt for choice cuts whenever I prowl Oregon’s beaches, rivers and streams. There is nothing like finding a great piece! That pretty much passes for my recreational life at the Oregon Coast. I’ll take it. It’s entirely free, too.

As I said, it was Christmas Day and I was meandering through the driftwood when I saw it. A glorious choice cut and all for my taking! I picked it up and beheld the splendor. What a gift from the Oregon gods to alleviate my angst. I kept walking and kept finding more choice cuts……I was like, well, a kid on Christmas morning.