Marco Island, FL

The summer solstice coincides with International Yoga Day at the end of June every year. In Portland, daylight stretches from 5am to 9pm this time of year. Just as the city began to reopen, Tom and I left PDX for my sister's wedding in Florida. Traveling for a destination wedding in the middle of a pandemic caused stress and tension within my family. However, COVID-19 does not seem to be leaving us anytime soon, so I suppose that we should live our lives while taking proper precautions.

Armed with face masks, sanitizing wipes and hand sanitizer, Tom and I braved the airport on Tuesday morning. After a brief stop in Dallas, we arrived in Fort Lauderdale that evening. From there, it was a two-hour drive to Marco Island--located in the Gulf of Mexico off southwest Florida. I was eager to meet my parents and Anna and Alex at the hotel. It was difficult to maintain physical distance given the trying circumstances of the past few months, and the fact that this was our first reunion since Christmas!

 

Wednesday was wedding day! I joined Mom and Anna at Rita's rental house, helping her and her friends get ready. That afternoon, Rita married Patrick at a Catholic church under the grace of Patrick's uncle. During the homily, he explained that their wedding date fell on John the Baptist's birthday. Starting now, the days gradually shorten until Jesus's birthday (in exactly six months), at which point they begin to lengthen. In this way we may conceptualize selfless love; decreasing yourself so that your partner and your relationship together may increase. 

 

After the ceremony, the small procession celebrated at the waterside venue, Snook Inn.

 

Thursday was spent lounging at the beach and pool. Florida in June is hot and humid--so much so that cooling off in the water is not even refreshing!

After many heartfelt goodbyes, everyone parted ways on Friday. Despite the anxiety surrounding this occasion, I am grateful that it worked out. Family is everything.

Wishing Rita and Patrick a lifetime of love and adventure.

Grassy Knoll

Date hiked: 6/14/20

The 4.2-mile out-and-back (1,280' gain) to Grassy Knoll is an excellent off-the-beaten-path hike that proceeds through a series of wildflower meadows complemented by expansive views. The trailhead is located about 70 miles (2 hours) east of Portland on the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge.

The Grassy Knoll Trail #146 begins in a meadow with 40+ species of flowers blooming in July. The track enters the woods and rises through a Douglas-fir/western hemlock forest. Long pants are recommended due to narrow paths with overgrown brush.

 

A rocky cliff affords views over the Big Lava Bed, Little Huckleberry Mountain and Indian Heaven. Bright pink rock penstemon blooms here in early summer.

The trail drops and climbs through several meadows before reaching the slope of Grassy Knoll.

 

A short series of switchbacks lead up the open, flowered hill to a grassy expanse with the remains of an old lookout (3,648'). Balsamroot, lupine and paintbrush are the signature blooms. On a clear day, views abound across the gorge, Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams.

Option to continue along ridge top meadows and coniferous forest to Grassy Pass and Big Huckleberry Mountain. I logged just shy of 6 miles in 2.5 hours on Sunday afternoon; 1:00pm-3:30pm RT. 

Black Lives Matter

The COVID-19 quarantine has been interrupted by the recent murders of three black citizens at the hands of police. The deaths of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor and George Floyd represent a legacy of unjust racism, and have unleashed nationwide protests demanding police reform. Furthermore, emerging coronavirus data suggest a disproportionate burden of illness and death among racial and ethnic minority groups. As a result, the Black Lives Matter movement has become one of the most explosive trials of American racism in modern times. Despite this year's segregation surrounding the coronavirus and pending election, it is empowering to witness society unite to protect human rights.

20/20 means perfect vision; perhaps that is why this year we finally see everything so clearly

It certainly has been an interesting year so far. It still feels like March in many ways, yet we are already halfway through June. The summer solstice is upon us, made apparent in Portland by peak rose season and long daylight hours. I have recently harvested the first berries and greens from my garden. The pharmacy workload at the hospital has been gradually ramping up, but I am looking forward to hitting the trails on my days off as the country cautiously begins to reopen.

What if 2020 isn't cancelled?

What if 2020 is the year we've been waiting for?

A year so uncomfortable, so painful, so scary, so raw--

that it finally forces us to grow.

A year that screams so loud, finally awakening us from our ignorant slumber.

A year we finally accept the need for change.

Declare change. Work for change. Become the change.

A year we finally band together, instead of

pushing each other further apart.

2020 isn't cancelled, but rather

the most important year of them all.

-Leslie Dwight

   
   

 
     

Burnt Lake + East Zigzag Mountain

Date hiked: 6/3/20

My first proper hike of 2020 was a home run. Despite staying active through quarantine, I knew that my hiking legs were out of shape. Wednesday's promising forecast was the perfect opportunity to break out my trekking poles and hit the trail.

The North Burnt Lake Trailhead is located in Rhododendron--50 miles (1.5 hours) east of Portland. The trailhead is accessible early in the season, but the bowl surrounding Burnt Lake holds snow until much later, which can complicate route finding. The moderate 9.4-mile out-and-back (2,300' gain) to East Zigzag Mountain is an excellent hike for forest wildflowers in June and July.

The Burnt Lake Trail begins wide and gentle in a lush forest that was burned over in the late 19th century. Fallen trees and large scorched stumps are all that remain of the old-growth forest.

 

After crossing several small creeks and waterfalls, the trail becomes a long gradual ascent to Burnt Lake. Named after a 1904 forest fire, Burnt Lake is a picturesque mountain lake on the flanks of Zigzag Ridge, which connects to the southwest side of Mt. Hood. A theoretical route around the lake exists but requires bushwhacking in places.

 

Continuing on the Burnt Lake Trail, the path drops to cross Burnt Lake Creek before traversing up a couple of switchbacks. About four miles from the trailhead, a junction with the Zigzag Mountain Trail rises steeply to a stellar viewpoint of Burnt Lake and Mt. Hood.

The trail then levels off and opens up to reveal more Cascade volcanoes, including Mts. Adams, Rainier, St. Helens and Jefferson. The rocky summit of East Zigzag Mountain caps out at 4,971'. 11:30am-4pm RT.

Thanks for the recommendation Aunt Judy!

Flattening the Curve

The perception of time has slowed since COVID-19 stay-at-home orders took effect in mid-March. Yet, with the arrival of May, spring blossoms have quickly transformed into summer greens. This means only one thing in Portland--roses! It's difficult to look ahead when the world is frozen in time, but the air is buzzing with anticipation of a long, hot summer.

 
 

Oregon managed to flatten the pandemic curve with relative ease; my hospital was over-prepared for the initial wave. Currently, Portland is talking about reopening to its "new normal" as restrictions are cautiously relaxed.

The Portland Police Bureau and Fire & Rescue teamed up to thank and boost morale of front-line healthcare workers at local hospitals

Over the past six weeks, my life has seemingly revolved around the pandemic, both at work and through self-study. This obsession inevitably led to burnout. As a result, I have now returned my focus to self-care. For me, this looks like unrolling my yoga mat every morning, daily walks and bike rides, and countless hours in the garden. Equally important is the sense of community and comic relief that I find through connection with family, friends, therapy, and my partner, Tom.