MOUNTAIN HIGH & RIVER WIDE ~Wandering Wednesday 2022-1

Lenny Kravitz – ‘I Want to Get Away’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewfVFBqOLgw)

I was up bright and early this morning; my garden area was fully watered by 9:30 A.M.

A 20-cent cut in price this morning; still pretty high in a recession period.

Prices have been holding even until today: 8-2-22 prices.

Clatskanie-OR from Heron Pointe-WA; 25 min (19.8 mi) via WA-432 E and US-30 W

I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and my stomach wanted a Bundy Burger for lunch … so I switched out my thongs for sandals, and and drove to Clatskanie, thinking I’d eat my ‘burger, then drive to Lee Wooden/Fishhawk Falls County Park to get a short hike in: but when I got to Clatskanie, Bundy’s was closed tighter than a clam at high tide ☹

So, I jetted across the street to the mini mart; and bought a pound of chicken gizzards … and zoomed back across the street and up the backroad behind Safeway 😊

I had intended to drive the familiar backroad loop route from Clatskanie … but instead of turning towards the Camp Wilkerson Park road towards Apiary, I veered off onto a different road just for the adventure of it 😉

This Daytrip to Vernonia via Mist Mountain, Highway #47, is my first 2022 Daytrip.

I passed the road sign pointing to Scappoose/St. Helens – feeling Venronia drawing me forward. I got surprised in several ways: the Highlander climbed Mist Mountain, at an elevation of 1,320 … and this route into Vernonia led me to different part of Vernonia – both were new adventures for me; I hadn’t driven over the mountain before (with or without Bob), nor had I ever visited the part if Vernonia I found myself in (Bob may have driven through on his truck route – but if he did, he never said anything to me about it).

“Mist Mountain” (is actually higher than stated in this article – I read the posted elevation sign to be 1,320 ft/elev.): https://traveloregon.com/things-to-do/clatskanie-mountain/

Bridge work along the route ...

I was thoroughly enjoying myself 😊

Radio waves were channeling the cheney dog barking … and it appears to me that she is behaving exactly how she tried to prove (falsely) President Trump was behaving – refusing to accept that she lost the election, verbally denying the election results, staging a political coup with a bid for the 2024 Presidential Election, and inciting {mob} mentality. cheney is hosting her own insurrection: and the deadhead obamanites are eating her political barf, up – and spewing it all over social media.

I tuned the biased chatted out.

America has had enough of liz cheney: that was glaringly obvious in her total loss when the count came in. We do not want – nor do we need – liz cheney in DC; let alone, in the Oval Office! Anyone who believes for a nano second … that dementia poster boy biden, actually won the Presidential Election, is as delusional as obama’s puppet is. That is a dangerous person: and that person should not be seated in our governing seats. Kick her treasonous ass to the curb! Kick it hard.

Highway #47 may be a country backroad – but it is a very busy backroad; log trucks were every other vehicle on the road … and cars, pickups, and SUV’s, were seriously crowding my back bumper from beginning to end: I finally pulled over at the Big Eddy campground, and let the bumper riders pass me. I was going the speed limit; but Oregon drivers are rude and obnoxious drivers because they are by and large stoned out of their minds 95% of the time.

This was a new road to me, and I was intent on taking my time, and leisurely looking at the surroundings. I didn’t need to be top-dog on the road.

The area of Vernonia that I drove through was pretty suburban, and edging closer to citified. It’s still got a small-town vibe … but it’s not as {country} as the section of Vernonia I was aiming for – and missed.

WOW. This is a side of Vernonia I never knew existed.

Vernonia from Clatskanie; 39 min (28.4 mi) via OR-47 S

Vernonia, Oregon

Vernonia - along Highway #47 backroad.

Forest Grove was half a mere hour in the distance; so ... I backtracked.

I did not want to end up in Forest Grove! So, I had to backtrack to the green highway sign that pointed to Scappoose/Vernonia 😉

This is a different route than I am used to: there are 3 road routes that lead to Vernonia – this is a new one. I like learning different routes: each route has different scenery, and I like that, too 😊

This route dropped me behind Burgerville, in St. Helens – which is about 30 minutes from home.

When I got to Rainier, there was back-to-back traffic on the Lewis & Clark Bridge, crossing from Rainier to Longview this afternoon; around 1 PM. Bridge crossing was very, very busy.

St. Helens-OR from Vernonia; 40 min (27.2 mi) via Scappoose Vernonia Hwy

W.T. ...

Heron Pointe-WA from St Helens-OR; 34 min (28.1 mi) via US-30 W

Back in Longview - and that little daytrip is a definite repeat.

It was still 90-degrees, but the humidity wasn't sky high, so I decided to nip over to Willow Grove, on my way home, and get a short riverside hike in before parking the Highlander in my carport.

Tugboat on the Columbia River; Willow Grove-WA

This tree root reminded me of a beached octopus. LOL

Hijinx on the River ...

After a light Supper, I watched the fading sunlight gild the clouds 😊

Today was a good day – from start to finish.

MISSING, & LIVING FULLY

I met with country friends for lunch, this afternoon: I barely made it on time … but I wasn’t the only one running late. The heat was making everyone lethargic.

Coffee was our best friend 😊

90-degrees outside, but the humidity was half that, so it was enjoyable heat 😉

I dressed comfortably with sandals, denim shorts, and a sleeveless denim top.

 

I like this top, BUT it looks like I’m wearing a maternity top! LOL

Hot weather is uncomfortable with ‘dolly parton boobs’ …

Everyone was talking about the updates covid guidelines: I ignored the excitement. I never got caught up in the covid hysteria – refused the mask, the vaccines, the 6-feet distancing, and the gathering lockdowns.

The pointless covid “mandates” were purely political – the fact that the guidelines have been {relaxed} is again for political purposes: the obamiden cartel is sinking in the primary polls; and no one with a fully functioning brain buys the BS story that biden is a legit President … nor is anyone interested in the spiteful congressional hearings about the ridiculous {January 6} dog and pony show. Hence the “new guidelines”.

The obamiden cartel knows they are losing points - time to do the shuffle hustle.

They are meaningless to anyone except the deadhead obamiden devotees.

The rest of us – yes, the rebels – have been living and enjoying Life for some time now; and we didn’t need the DC demonrats to give us permission to enjoy what our USA Constitution states clearly.

I was asked how I dealt with the Eden Valley Cemetery Mandates – and I said I ended the ridiculousness, there, too.

I’m pretty much a rebel in all areas of my personal Life 😉

CHAPTER CLOSED Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/08/chapter-closed.html

And we talked a bit about Bob – how he impacted my life, and how he affected their lives in one degree or another. Bob was a great guy; and I always wondered how he came out of that snot-nosed, arrogant, and antisocial family …

I miss my husband: I do not miss the crazy relatives.

2006-08-13; Bob. We were driving to our yearly Millersylvania Campout ... MAN! I MISS my man.

Lou Christie – ‘The’ll Never Be’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxjOzxP2jvo)

At this junction of the corner of my life, I am taking hold of it and making it into a new Chapter where Bob’s family does not dominate in any sense of the word. The final nail in that particular coffin was driven home yesterday afternoon.

And I’m 100% okay with that 😊

Bob is no doubt smiling. I can now fully carry through with the promise I made to him, to live.

I’m not sure where my feet are being directed in this new Life Path … but I know I can confidently walk that unknown path, now. I’ve learned a lot about loss heartache, grief heartbreak, betrayal agony, abandonment frustration, and soulless relatives – and I also learned how to walk through those flames: I leaned into the faithful and unending love of my Husbands (Yeshua & Bob), that strengthened me these past 4 years.

Thank You, Yeshua, for never leaving me alone even though for all intents and purposes I was alone. Thank You for loving me unconditionally, protecting me, and placing me into a New Family environment where I am welcomed, loved, encouraged … and where a place is made for me to “fit”.

Thank you, Babe for giving me that push talk, {to ‘get on with life’}, at OHSU – thank you for forcing me to hear that talk even though I didn’t want to hear it; and thank you for loving me so well that I can do it. All of our married life, you were always unselfishly looking ahead and doing what you could to prepare me for a solo lobo life if “anything should happen”. You were a good, gentle, wise man – and a loving, thoughtful, husband to me. I love you. Always ~ OX

CHAPTER CLOSED

Following heather’s tempestuous phone convo last night, I woke up this morning with different thoughts running through my mind; and one of them was to leave Bob’s cremains where they were placed in August 2019 – there’s no sense of digging them up to make that Eden Valley harpy happy: she wouldn’t be happy anyway … she’d only find something else to bitch about. She finds an offense in every word, every phrase, every sentence – and tries to scree silent thoughts so she can argue that too, before a word is even spoken.

And I’m not a people pleaser. I am not going to bow and scrape to the smalley’s.

I believe in karma. I believe that what heather been dishing out to me these past 4 years, will turn back on her threefold.

The other thought was “pray for your enemies” – that’s a hard one, but I’m learning to do it since becoming a widow. I’ve had lots of practice these past 1,311 days: I can do it.

Another thought dropped into my morning thoughts, was, get up-wash your hair-wash your face-get dressed … and go to Fellowship; don’t allow the trials and tribulations of the world keep you from experiencing the joy of Elohim’s goodness. What is of Earth is temporal – but what Elohei can give me, is eternal.

Chrystal Lewis & Ron Kenoly – ‘Beauty for Ashes’ song:(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEDvSFGZt9I)

The coffee shack was doing bumper-to-bumper business this morning.

Ultimately Bob is with Elohim, and that knowledge is what made today’s decision an easy one to carry through on – it doesn’t matter where his earthly remains lie; ultimately, he (the true him) is with Elohim … and on the Day of Resurrection, Bob’s cremains will rise anyway: no matter where it lies, or whose remains might get placed on top of his cremains at some future time. Bob’s earthly remains will rise anyway to be joined with his spirit when Yeshua returns to Earth.

And two scriptures came to mind … Elohim highlighted these scriptures to me at the start of this new year: “let the dead bury their dead, you come and follow Me”, and “be still and know that I am God” – which I interpret to mean, “be still/rest/let Him deal with it”. I can do that.

Yeshua is my Husband, and He will work things out for my best end; I don’t have to understand it. I don’t have to be given a detailed outline of how He will accomplish it. I just have to know that He is doing it – and have faith that it is getting done.

And as far as the smalley family is concerned; I’m d.o.n.e. That attitude of pig-headedness, no empathy, no compassion, no consideration for anyone else … runs deep in the smalley family, and I’ve reached my limit with heather’s crazy bitchiness.

It’s time to move on with my life. This chapter has no place for me in it; anywhere. I'm tired of the open hostility.

Switched out the skirt for shorts to wear to the cemetery, this afternoon.

I'm closing this contentious Chapter of my Life ...

What is going on in Eden Valley under heather's tyrannical iron fist, is inexcusable

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/07/ptsd-widowhood-experience.html)

A phone call from cautious Dave won't be happening ...

The mindsets I've been dealing with these 4 years is ridiculously over the edge.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/08/work-miracle-for-me-lord-eden-valley.html)

That means leaving the cemetery behind, leaving the smalley’s behind: and moving forward onto bigger mindsets, and better things. That branch of Bob’s immediate family is the strangest people I’ve ever had to deal with, so I am effectively closing that chapter on that portion of my Life.

Apparently, the shepherd hooks allowed to remain in place on family plots are selectively chosen ... and decided.

This will be my last living & breathing trip to this cemetery.

A doe and fawn ran through the cemetery as I was leaving.

And that episode of my life with Bob is finished.

I’m moving on. And I hope I never again run into anyone like that family. So help me, God.

Cream – ‘Strange Brew’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUOmmVoMQis)

I know where Bob is; and I’m surrounded by a huge host of those who went before me – Bob is one of that heavenly host crowd that surrounds me, now. He and Yeshua walk beside me, every single day.

I do not have to bow and scrape to the smalley family.

Driving away from the Past ... and into a more peaceful Present & Future.

That is ended today. It’s finished.