From southern Oregon we headed northwest to the coast. This trip involved lots of driving, of which I did a fair amount, and that kept my nose out of a book and my eyes on the scenery. I tried to memorize the components of the lush countryside, forests thick with every kind of tree, bordered by wide bands of blackberry hedges in bloom. The Deer Brush (mentioned in my last post) in white and blue made big pastel splashes, and I'm sorry to say that a species of noxious weed, Scotch Broom, was rampant here, making gaudy yellow blotches on the hillsides in quantities I'd never seen before. I now do believe what they say: Broom is taking over.
|Cow Parsnip and Seacoast Angelica|
Wish I could identify the viney blue flower that grew nearby, in the middle of the photo at right, but I've already spent a fruitless hour trying. Anyone?
|enlargement of the unknown flower above|
|Heceta Head Lighthouse in the distance|
Our first night on the coast was spent in Yachats, where our room looked out on this scene. That made the long drive worth every mile - nothing like going to sleep to the sound of ocean breakers.
One more plant was new to me, and I eventually found it in an Oregon wildflower guide: Maianthemum dilatum, common name False Lily of the Valley or May Lily or Two-leaved Solomon's Seal (below).
We did stop at the famous Oregon dunes on our way up the coast, miles of broad and high sand dunes you can get lost in. I left my shoes in the car and trudged up a tall sand hill, the wind blowing my pink flowered skirt all over. Deep sand is the most cushiony thing you could desire to hold you up, so after pausing a minute at the top to look all around, I galloped down again, feeling young and strong.