This is a photo of the Elkhorn mountains which were the range behind my parents home. I have always loved these mountains and as a child would stare and stare to see if I could see the Native American face.
By Native American face I mean in late December or early January the sun leaves a shadow on this peak that looks like the outline of a Native Americans face. The lore that I heard was that this Native American was the guardian of Baker valley, sort of a deity if you will, and is watching over the valley to keep it safe. I don't know if this is the accurate story but it is one I heard as a child. I very rarely saw it but occasionally my parents would point it out. Last September when driving to our annual "sisters vacation" with my daughters I could see this range from afar and it just leaves a smile on my heart.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It is very true that you don't appreciate the beauty you grew up with until later. I suppose that is because as a child you really don't know the difference, especially if like me, you never left your home town much. The greatest distance as a child was probably sixty or seventy miles away from our home. That was usually just for school clothes, a livestock auction, or to see family in one of the small nearby towns like Huntington or LaGrande. Our idea of a vacation was to be out of school for the summer and that pretty much summed it up. Oh there were the times Dad would occasionally take us on a drive up in the mountains and we would have a picnic and we felt like we were really going somewhere. We were a large family with small means and our ancestors were the same.