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observing the orientation of phiames in a welded tuff (there was a syncline)
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U.S. Daily Low Temperature Records Tied/Broken 5/30/22
Unincorporated Pima County, Arizona: 41 (previous record 47 1953)
Cooskie Mt. summit, California: 36 (also 36 2000)
Ladder Butte summit, California: 29 (previous record 30 1990)
Unincorporated Lassen County, California: 26 (also 26 2011)
Unincorporated Lassen County, California: 31 (also 31 1998)
Unincorporated Mendocino County, California: 42 (also 42 2000)
Unincorporated Modoc County, California: 25 (previous record 31 2011)
Unincorporated Riverside County, California: 50 (previous record 52 2021)
Round Mt. summit, California: 31 (also 31 1991)
Unincorporated Siskiyou County, California: 36 (previous record 38 1991)
Unincorporated Siskiyou County, California: 27 (previous record 31 2011)
Six Rivers National Forest, California: 42 (also 42 1996)
Tulelake, California: 27 (also 27 2011)
Arapaho National Forest, Colorado: 24 (also 24 2019)
Copper Mt. summit, Colorado: 22 (also 22 2004)
Gunnison National Forest, Colorado: 29 (also 29 2010)
Unincorporated Mesa County, Colorado: 36 (also 36 2004)
White River National Forest, Colorado: 27 (also 27 2004)
Unincorporated Baker County, Florida: 47 (previous record 52 1988)
Unincorporated Cassia County, Idaho: 33 (also 33 2010)
Unincorporated Owyhee County, Idaho: 39 (previous record 41 2006)
Salmon, Idaho: 25 (previous record 29 1979)
Unincorporated Washington County, Idaho: 38 (previous record 41 2000)
Custer National Forest, Montana: 26 (previous record 27 1979)
Unincorporated Eureka County, Nevada: 27 (previous record 28 1998)
Fox Mt. summit, Nevada: 25 (previous record 28 2011)
Unincorporated Humboldt County, Nevada: 31 (previous record 34 1998)
Unincorporated Humboldt County, Nevada: 27 (previous record 29 1991)
Unincorporated Lincoln County, Nevada: 33 (also 33 2011)
Spruce Mt. summit, Nevada: 30 (previous record 31 1998)
Unincorporated White Pine County, Nevada: 22 (also 22 1985)
Chiloquin, Oregon: 27 (also 27 1988)
Unincorporated Deschutes County, Oregon: 26 (previous record 28 2011)
Fremont National Forest, Oregon: 23 (previous record 25 1988)
Unincorporated Harney County, Oregon: 27 (previous record 29 1988)
Unincorporated Harney County, Oregon: 25 (also 25 2000)
Hart Mt. National Antelope Refuge, Oregon: 17 (previous record 22 1974)
Unincorporated Jackson County, Oregon: 35 (previous record 36 2000)
Unincorporated Jefferson County, Oregon: 23 (previous record 24 1978)
Unincorporated Jefferson County, Oregon: 31 (also 31 1988)
Unincorporated Klamath County, Oregon: 26 (also 26 1988)
Unincorporated Klamath County, Oregon: 25 (previous record 30 2013)
Unincorporated Lake County, Oregon: 24 (also 24 1996)
Unincorporated Lake County, Oregon: 22 (previous record 27 2011)
Unincorporated Malheur County, Oregon: 37 (also 37 2000)
Morgan Mt. summit, Oregon: 34 (previous record 36 2000)
Ochoco National Forest, Oregon: 7 (previous record 27 1991)
Prineville, Oregon: 30 (also 30 1988)
Riddle Mt. summit, Oregon: 25 (previous record 28 1991)
Unincorporated Sherman County, Oregon: 34 (also 34 1991)
Unincorporated Sherman County, Oregon: 39 (also 39 1991)
Willamette National Forest, Oregon: 31 (also 31 1988)
Winema National Forest, Oregon: 23 (previous record 25 2000)
Altamont, Utah: 26 (previous record 27 1979)
Canyonlands National Park, Utah: 36 (also 36 1988)
Unincorporated Carbon County, Utah: 23 (also 23 2011)
Cedar City, Utah: 29 (previous record 31 2007)
Ephraim, Utah: 26 (previous record 30 2007)
Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, Utah: 24 (previous record 25 1988)
Unincorporated Iron County, Utah: 29 (also 29 2011)
Marysvale, Utah: 28 (also 28 1979)
Scofield, Utah: 25 (also 25 2011)
Unincorporated Tooele County, Utah: 31 (also 31 2006)
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Discover the Charm of Cozy and Affordable Cottages in Mitchell, Oregon
Discover the Charm of Cozy and Affordable Cottages in Mitchell, Oregon
A Tranquil Haven Amidst Oregon's Landscapes
Nestled amidst the breathtaking landscapes of Oregon, Mitchell stands as a picturesque gem offering a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Tucked away in this tranquil haven are cozy and affordable cottages that promise a rejuvenating retreat for travelers seeking solace in nature's embrace.
Rustic Charm of Mitchell
Mitchell, a small town with a population of just over 200+ residents, exudes rustic charm and simplicity. Its unspoiled beauty and laid-back atmosphere make it an ideal destination for those yearning for a peaceful getaway. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, an adventure seeker, or simply looking to unwind in tranquil surroundings, Mitchell has something to offer for everyone.
Charming Accommodations: Mitchell Cottages
One of the highlights of Mitchell is its array of charming cottages that provide a warm and inviting haven for visitors. These vacation cottages, nestled amidst verdant landscapes and rugged terrain, offer a cozy retreat where you can relax and recharge amid nature's bounty.
Home Away From Home
Step into one of these quaint cottages, and you'll instantly feel the stresses of modern life melt away. Adorned with rustic decor and equipped with all the amenities needed for a comfortable stay, these cottages provide a home away from home experience. From fully equipped kitchens and comfortable bedrooms to cozy living spaces with fireplaces, each vacation rental cottage is designed to ensure a relaxing and memorable stay.
Affordability and Quality
One of the most appealing aspects of these cottages is their affordability. Unlike upscale resorts or luxury accommodations, these cottages offer budget-friendly options without compromising on comfort or quality. Whether you're traveling solo, with a partner, or as a family, you'll find accommodation options that suit your budget and preferences.
Exploring Nature's Wonders
Beyond the cozy confines of your cottage, Mitchell offers a wealth of outdoor activities and attractions to explore. Nature lovers can embark on scenic hikes through the nearby Painted Hills Oregon. Lodging in Mitchell offers easy access to this renowned destination, known for its vibrant hues and geological wonders. Photographers will delight in capturing the natural beauty of this unique landscape, where layers of colorful sedimentary rock tell a story millions of years in the making.
Outdoor Adventures Await
For those seeking adventure, Mitchell is a gateway to the vast wilderness of Eastern Oregon. From horseback riding and mountain biking to fishing and wildlife spotting, there's no shortage of outdoor pursuits to indulge in. Explore the winding trails of the Ochoco National Forest or embark on a scenic drive along the John Day River Scenic Byway, soaking in the awe-inspiring vistas that stretch as far as the eye can see.
Evenings of Tranquility
After a day of exploration, return to your cozy cottage and unwind beneath the star-studded sky. Whether you choose to stargaze from the comfort of your porch or gather around a crackling fire pit, the tranquility of Mitchell's night skies is sure to leave you in awe.
Exploring Mitchell's Heritage
In addition to its natural beauty, Mitchell is also home to a vibrant community and rich cultural heritage. Take a stroll through the town's historic downtown area, where you'll find charming cafes, local shops, and friendly faces eager to share stories of Mitchell's past. Don't miss the chance to visit the Mitchell Cottages Museum, which offers fascinating insights into the town's pioneer history and Native American heritage.
Conclusion
As the sun sets on another day in Mitchell, you'll find yourself reluctant to leave this enchanting oasis. Whether you're seeking a peaceful retreat, an outdoor adventure, or a glimpse into small-town life, Mitchell offers a truly unforgettable experience. So pack your bags, leave behind the stresses of everyday life, and escape to the cozy and affordable cottages of Mitchell, Oregon, where tranquility awaits amidst nature's splendor.
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Forest Service to log old growth fir forest around Walton Lake in the Ochoco National Forest
US Forest Service will proceed with logging old growth fir forest around Walton Lake in the Ochoco National Forest
Tom Buchele with old growth fir at Walton Lake
September 28th, 2023
The US Forest Service announced it will begin logging the old growth fir forest around Walton Lake starting October 1st, 2023. Walton Lake is located in the Ochoco Mountains in central Oregon, northeast of…
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Day 331: November 27, 2022
Picking out the tree. Ochoco National Forest, OR.
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Ponderosa pines, Ochoco National Forest, Oregon USA
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Saturday, August 20th, 2021
Full moon in Aquarius
#thoughts of an aware borderline#self aware bpd#borderline problems#journal#mine#personal#vunerable#ochoco national forest#Oregon#actually borderline#actually bpd#bpd thoughts#living with bpd#alone with my thoughts#nature#hiking#brave#I am brave
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J.P. Riley, Ochoco National Forest, Oregon Elevation 4720ft. Sketch of Bigfoot with Mt Hood in the background & other pics from the field.
#Bigfoot#Sasquatch#Ochoco National Forest#Oregon#Snow#Sighting#Chasing Bigfoot#On the Trail#2020#The Bigfoot Field Journal#outdoor adventures#discovery network#animal planet
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Ochoco National Forest, 2017
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Ochoco National Forest, Prineville, Oregon
#Cabin#Woods#Forest#Survival#Bushcraft#Oregon#Pacific Northwest#Central Oregon#Homestead#Trees#Shelter#Hiking#Camping#Backpacking#Camp#Trail#Ochoco National Forest#Prineville#Explore#Wilderness
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hazy afternoon on the prairie
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he's helping
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U.S. Daily Low Temperature Records Tied/Broken 5/29/22
Unincorporated Shasta County, California: 40 (also 40 2010)
Slater Butte summit, California: 33 (also 33 2004)
Tarpon Springs, Florida: 58 (previous record 62 1979)
Unincorporated Vermilion Parish, Louisiana: 60 (previous record 64 2003)
Unincorporated Humboldt County, Nevada: 20 (previous record 26 1989)
Unincorporated Harney County, Oregon: 25 (also 25 2001)
Ochoco National Forest, Oregon: 10 (previous record 25 2001)
Riddle Mt. summit, Oregon: 28 (previous record 29 2011)
Willamette National Forest, Oregon: 34 (previous record 36 2001)
Manti-La Sal National Forest, Utah: 29 (also 29 2006)
Unincorporated Fremont County, Wyoming: 28 (also 28 2006)
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Eeyore the Floppy-Eared Mustang
I found a sweet story about a floppy-eared Mustang gelding who was part of a local rescue. His floppy ears resulted in a lot of interesting behavior towards him from other horses, and he struggled a lot his early life. Interestingly, they also limited his field of vision, meaning that he turned his head to look around in a way that most horses do not have to.
Eeyore’s story begins in 1998, when he was born in the Ochoco National Forest. He became orphaned and, because of his unusual ears (resulting from an atlanto-occipital malformation), he was misunderstood by his fellow mustangs and by humans. Over the next two years, Eeyore became increasingly aggressive toward trail riders, finally resulting in a gunshot wound to his face. The Bureau of Land Management decided that Eeyore needed to be removed from the Big Summit Ranger District, and Debbie adopted him in 2000. He was Debbie’s first mustang.
Eeyore served as an ambassador for the program. His story is featured in the February 2006 issue of Equus (which I can't find anywhere, unfortunately, and it was before the years that I got the magazine.)
Eeyore: The Story of a Wild Mustang (2008)
by Debbie Driesner
The story of Eeyore begins in the fall of 1998 just before the fall burn on Forest Service land in the Ochoco National Forest of Central Oregon.
Gayle Hunt, an employee of the Big Summit Forest District, first saw him that year as the only colt in a small band of 12. He was a healthy dusty bay that easily kept up with the group. Eeyore’s most distinctive feature was an interesting set of ears that hung down like a stuffed donkey who had been loved too much. As they were near a well-traveled road, several people saw the band and commented on the lop-eared colt who reminded them of Winnie the Pooh’s donkey pal.
During his first year, he witnessed the capture of half his band, but no one knows whether his mother was in the captured group. Months later, in the darkness of the opening morning of cow elk season, two of the band’s mares, who had foals at their sides, were wantonly shot and killed. Eeyore made it through the winter but, as a yearling, he was exiled, as is the custom in wild horse bands.
Looking for his own turf, he finally joined up with a younger bay colt that Gayle had nicknamed Ebay. Gayle found the two together in the woods behind the Ranger Station. His ears were longer, and his studly countenance was somehow compromised by his sagging antennae.
One afternoon Gayle was out running and encountered the two bachelor boys. She tried to ease past them, but Eeyore walked toward her without the normal hesitation of a wild horse. He and his buddy Ebay sniffed the skin on her arms and decided she wasn’t a threat. She saw them both several more times while on foot and got the same response. But one day while riding her mare she encountered the two again. This time, instead of retreating, Eeyore, circled, snorted and lunged at the horse and rider. Fortunately, another person happened by and helped Gayle and her horse escape. But this incident was not the only one.
Reports trickled in of other riders on horseback who had been attacked by this lop-eared horse. Worse, it seemed that Eeyore became more and more aggressive with each encounter. Exactly what he wanted was unclear, but he was using extreme measures to get it.
The last reported incident of Eeyore’s aggression was an attack on two riders who felt their only option was to shoot him, which they did, with a 9mm pistol. But Eeyore didn’t go down. Blood streamed from his nostrils, and they chased him in an effort to end any suffering the gunshot may have caused. The chase lasted several hours until their conditioned endurance horses gave out.
A search was made for Eeyore, and three weeks later, Gayle found him. He and Ebay were grazing in a pastoral scene on a grassy hillside. Though they were much more wary now, she could see no wound. The two continued to wander around the area and stayed out of trouble, at least until the wagon train incident.
A group of 4-Hers were reenacting the life of western settlers and had paused for a light lunch. The hungry wagoneers were surprised when a small herd of cattle stampeded into the circle of schooners with the two bay colts in hot pursuit. That was it. The BLM and Forest Service decided that something had to be done about Eeyore. He had to be taken off the range and soon.
The last weekend in July of 2000, I was camped in the Ochocos with other members of the Marion County Sheriff’s Posse. Two Forest Service employees talked with us about the wild horses in that area and told us the story of Eeyore. They told us that if they couldn’t find someone to adopt him, Eeyore would probably be euthanized.
I wasn’t looking for another horse, but I had just lost my five-year-old quarter horse to a neurological disease called EPM two months before, so I had room for another horse at my house.
Upon returning home, I called Gayle Hunt to tell her that I would adopt him. This started a series of events in which Eeyore was captured and taken to the Wild Horse and Burro Facility in Burns, Oregon. I completed the BLM application that asked questions about my facilities, and I read all the rules regarding adopting a wild horse. My application was approved and, at the end of three weeks, my friend Brenda and I drove to Bend to pick him up and bring him home.
I was very excited and could hardly wait to see him. The BLM policy is first come, first serve. They will not hold a specific horse for a specific person. On the day he was available for adoption, we were there when the gates opened at 7:00am. I’d spent a sleepless night in the back of the horse trailer in a parking lot in Bend. Though it didn’t seem likely that people would be standing in line to adopt our floppy-eared friend, we were making sure that no one else was going to pick up our Eeyore!
We couldn’t wait to see him after hearing so much about him. I had so many questions running through my mind: Was he as aggressive as they said he was? Could he hear? Was the rest of his body normal? How badly was he hurt after being shot in the head?
I looked into the corral and there he was. His back end was toward us and his head was in the feeder. What I saw were bony hips and tailbone, a matted tail, and battle scars. My first thought was, “Oh, my, what have I done.” Then, he turned his head and looked at me with those big soft, trusting, brown eyes. I saw nothing but those eyes as he stood quietly watching us. It was like he knew that we wanted him and would accept him just as he was.
When we got home, we backed the horse trailer up to the 40’ round pen which would be his new home for the next several months. We opened the door. He looked out, stepped down and immediately started grazing. I had expected him to come bursting out of the trailer and run around the pen in a panic. But, in true Eeyore fashion, he took everything in stride. We sat outside his round pen for several hours watching his every move. He seemed very content as he grazed and wasn’t worried about a thing.
The next day, Brenda and I introduced ourselves to Ee by letting him sniff us all over. Slowly, we were able to touch him all over. He seemed to enjoy all the attention and especially liked having his face rubbed. He let us play with his ears as we examined them. They were very interesting to say the least. They had a cartilage running down the back of them and were placed slightly lower on his head. His poll had a protruding bump from which his forelock came, and his jaw tilted slightly to one side. But, the more time I spent with him the more beautiful he became. In all the time we spent working with him, he never showed any aggression. He never tried to bite or kick, which is a normal expectation of a wild horse just brought into captivity. On the third day, a Sunday morning, Brenda and I were in the pen with him. Soon, we were brushing him. We cut his bridle path with a pair of scissors and brushed his long matted tail.
We spent time with him each day, getting him used to domestic life: standing tied, leading, lounging, sacking out, and picking up his feet. People would stop by every day to look at him. He allowed strangers to pet him after he gave them a very thorough sniffing. And, yes, his ears were a curiosity and everyone fell in love with him because his personality was so likable.
Almost everyone asks why his ears are deformed. It may be inbreeding or a mineral deficiency or genetics, but we may never know. People ask if he is mentally challenged because he is so docile, but it’s evident that Ee is very intelligent to have survived two years in the wild, especially with his handicap. I believe his other senses are keener to make up for his ears. His ears go up and down, but do not swivel like other horses, so he needs to turn his head to identify something directly behind him.
Two weeks and four days after we brought him home, he was leading well and I had him gelded. Under sedation, the vet examined his whole head, including his ears and face where he was said to have been shot. He could find no sign of where the bullet hit him. He took x-rays of his poll area, which showed an abnormality of the first vertebrae, which doesn't affect his performance. His ears were just a natural deformity for which there was no cause or cure. His jaw also hung ever so slightly to the right and we could only surmise that perhaps he had been kicked when he was younger. I continued to walk him each day to help with the swelling of his surgery. I gave him his first bath, cleaning him all over including his wound area. He stood quietly and seemed to like the warm water, the brushing and, most of all, the attention.
Four and a half months after bringing him home I rode him for the first time and, again, he took everything in stride. No panic, no bucking, he just walked out. You cannot imagine the pride I felt for this horse. He still had several more years until he was full-grown, as mustangs generally grow until five. His long strong legs and willing attitude made him an excellent mountain horse for search and rescue. But, it’s his kind brown eyes and gentle patient spirit that make this horse unique, not just his ears.
I couldn’t wait for the summer weather and the longer days so we could explore the mountain trails together. In mid-June, I took him to his old home in the Ochoco Mountains for the 2001 Ochoco Wild Horse Count. With Ee as the tour guide, we camped in the middle of wild horse land and explored his home territory, traveling cross-country through the ponderosa pines and grassy meadows. We followed game trails, jumped logs, climbed hills and saw many deer and old horse sign. Wild horse stallions defecate on one pile, so some of the piles of manure become quite large. When Eeyore came upon one of these piles, he sniffed it. I could imagine the wheels turning in his head as he tried to recognize the scent of the wild horses that were in the area.
He would walk with his head held high, sniffing the wind, and suddenly veer off and run before coming to an abrupt stop. Obviously, as his rider, this was very exciting for me, but not for anyone who rode with us and experienced his erratic behavior of dashing from hither to yon. I finally realized that these areas were places where the stallions would stand in the shade to watch over their herds. These areas were usually groups of pine trees close together that showed signs of rubbing, piles of manure, and dust for dust baths. After smelling the trees and manure, Ee could be persuaded to move on, but not until he had thoroughly sniffled everything in sight to determine who had been there and when. Was he looking for his old buddy Ebay?
After smelling a fresh pile of manure, Eeyore lifted his nose high, catching all the scent in the air that he could, and suddenly took off like a shot. I knew he was on to something! He dashed through the brush and there they were—Ebay and several wild horses. I pulled Ee to a stop. He obviously wanted to join them, but they didn’t recognize him. I tied him to the closest tree and, once we were in the open, the wild horses calmed down and we sat and watched them for hours. A few of the younger horses came fairly close until the stallion decided it was time for them to move back closer to the herd. What a thrill to finally get to watch wild horses in their own environment. I walked back to where Ee was quietly standing, feeling very privileged to be a part of the mustang world.
In August 2001, Eeyore competed in the Oregon State Fair Mustang Show where he won the Mustang Trail Championship. I enjoyed watching the expression of the judges when he entered the show ring and they saw his droopy ears. Interestingly, he would rather be meeting and greeting the public than performing. He draws people to him like a magnet because of his unusual ears and soft eyes. He seems to really like people and is very trusting and kind, which is hard to imagine after he’s been chased, shot at, and misunderstood by other horses because he couldn't communicate normally. He definitely shows the true mustang spirit.
Ee went on his first search in a wilderness area of the Oregon Cascades in June 2002. A man and his son had been missing for three days. Because it was early in the hiking season, the trails had not been cleared and were littered with trees that had blown down during the winter. Moreover, the trail was still covered with snow, which is how, we learned later, that our subjects got lost in the first place. Eeyore proved to be a very good mountain horse, picking his way through the toughest terrain. I would often dismount, and he would follow me unattached, like a big puppy dog, picking his way through the obstacles on his own. We ended up spending the night on top of a mountain with what few provisions we had carried with us. Ee came through like a champ.
In October 2002 while having routine dental work done, the vet noticed a callous on the right side of his tongue just behind where the bit would lay. Upon examination, she noticed something in his tongue that was trying to work its way out. It turned out to be shrapnel from the 9mm bullet when he had been shot in the wild before I adopted him. He had carried those sharp metal pieces in his tongue for 2-1/2 years, never fussing with the bit. I can't imagine the pain he endured and the irritation it must have caused him.
He is truly an amazing horse, and the more I work with him the closer our partnership becomes. To know Ee is to love him. He is a walking lesson of patience, tolerance, and love. Look for him in years to come, proudly wearing the Marion County Sheriff’s Posse uniform in parades, on searches, and wherever the call of duty asks him to go.
Currently, he is the PR horse for Mustangs and MOHR – a non-profit that rescues mustangs and works with at risk kids from the local community. Eeyore continues to do demonstrations for promoting the mustangs and excels at trail riding and as a lesson horse.
He fell while turned out in the pasture in 2008, which resulted in a broken hip. It healed to the point where he was lame under saddle and had severe arthritis, but continued his work as an ambassador with lots of palliative care to keep him living as comfortably as possible.
He eventually was euthanized in 2013, after serving the organization for 13 years.
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Guess who went to the painted hills! Awesome landscape, and I liked the drive through the Ochoco national forest, too.
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