#Chinook Pass

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Who was glad to get some rain today in the Pacific Northwest? by Paul Marcoe 📸 : "I know I enjoyed it. Adds a little mood to my photos." 😃 From this morning around Chinook Pass area. *click for full image

[eopederson2]

Highway: WA 410 at Chinook Pass Trailhead Parking Area, Yakima County, 2019.

[reasonsforhope]

"The Yurok will be the first Tribal nation to co-manage land with the National Park Service under a historic memorandum of understanding signed on Tuesday [March 19, 2024] by the tribe, Redwood national and state parks, and the non-profit Save the Redwoods League, according to news reports.

The Yurok tribe has seen a wave of successes in recent years, successfully campaigning for the removal of a series of dams on the Klamath River, where salmon once ran up to their territory, and with the signing of a new memorandum of understanding, the Yurok are set to reclaim more of what was theirs.

Save the Redwoods League bought a property containing these remarkable trees in 2013, and began working with the tribe to restore it, planting 50,000 native plants in the process. The location was within lands the Yurok once owned but were taken during the Gold Rush period.

Centuries passed, and by the time it was purchased it had been used as a lumber operation for 50 years, and the nearby Prairie Creek where the Yurok once harvested salmon had been buried.

Currently located on the fringe of Redwoods National and State Parks which receive over 1 million visitors every year and is a UNESCO Natural Heritage Site, the property has been renamed ‘O Rew, a Yurok word for the area.

“Today we acknowledge and celebrate the opportunity to return Indigenous guardianship to ‘O Rew and reimagine how millions of visitors from around the world experience the redwoods,” said Sam Hodder, president and CEO of Save the Redwoods League.

Having restored Prarie Creek and filled it with chinook and coho salmon, red-legged frogs, northwestern salamanders, waterfowl, and other species, the tribe has said they will build a traditional village site to showcase their culture, including redwood-plank huts, a sweat house, and a museum to contain many of the tribal artifacts they’ve recovered from museum collections.

Believing the giant trees sacred, they only use fallen trees to build their lodges.

“As the original stewards of this land, we look forward to working together with the Redwood national and state parks to manage it,” said Rosie Clayburn, the tribe’s cultural resources director.

It will add an additional mile of trails to the park system, and connect them with popular redwood groves as well as new interactive exhibits.

“This is a first-of-its-kind arrangement, where Tribal land is co-stewarded with a national park as its gateway to millions of visitors. This action will deepen the relationship between Tribes and the National Park Service,” said Redwoods National Park Superintendent Steve Mietz, adding that it would “heal the land while healing the relationships among all the people who inhabit this magnificent forest.”"

-via Good News Network, March 25, 2024

[famprined]

"Are you right-wing or left-wing"?

Bitch I'm Blackwing

[metamatar]

something something american necropolitics the tillamook county creamery association found online on tillamook dot com that sells many dairy products in the united states under the brand name tillamook has no relationship and makes no acknowledgement of the tillamook people from whom it get its name. the name comes from the chinook translation of the people of nehalem. early contact with european sailing ships is dated to the 1770s. in 1805 lewis and clark's "discovery" expedition noted at the time that many large villages had been depopulated by pandemics and many adults had smallpox scars. this followed a period of fur trading with the involvement of hudson bay corporation. in 1850, the us govt passed the oregon donation land act, announcing over 2,500,000 acres of land as available for settlers to seize, which happened in patterns whose violence mirrors that of the continent. there was no treaty. in 1907, the tribe sued and was paid 23,500 dollars for the land the us govt has seized from them when it forced them onto the siletz reservation. the tillamook language is a salishan language that lost its last fluent speaker in 1970. many descendants are considered part of the confederated tribes of siletz. other nehalem are part of the unrecognized clatsop nehalem confederated tribes. the nehalem-tillamook were also socially and economically integrated with the clatsop peoples. today the town of tillamook has a population that is only 1.5% native american. the modern day corporation started as a settler coop created in 1909. it is the 48th largest dairy processor in north america and posted $1 billion in sales in 2021.

[sydney2024]

Chinook pass washington

[botgal]

An update on AB 3080 (age verification for certain websites) and AB 1949 (preventing data collection from those under 18).

Both of these bills have been sent to the California Senate Rules Committee for assignment after passing through the Assembly.

While sending messages to your representatives is still a good and important thing to do, it's also helpful to know that the Rules Committee also allows for individuals to send messages to the Committee in support or opposition of certain bills.

The second email (the Chinook Email) is likely the best one to send it to. As of now neither bills are on the agenda for this coming Wednesday (5/29/2024). So it's up to you whether you'd like to send in letters early or wait until the bills have been officially placed on the Committee's agenda. As long as you ensure it's sent in before the letters of support/opposition deadline (noon the Tuesday before a Wednesday hearing, or noon the day before a non-Wednesday hearing).

If you send in an email letter of opposition, be certain that each letter focuses only on one singular bill, and that you include information such as your full name and residential address to make it an official letter. Be certain that your letter is clearly worded as indicating opposition, and give the reasons why you believe it should be opposed. (Can give some bulletpoints for suggested main topics if requested.)

Make certain that you find and read the most current text versions of each bills before writing your letter, as to make the points most accurate.

Thank you again for all your hard work!

[wrap-around-your-dreams]

CHINOOK PASS, WHITE RIVER, STEVENS CANYON

MAY 31, 2024

[trivialbob]

This past weekend two of my cousins (sisters) and one of their husbands drove here from Missouri. The sisters live on opposite sides of the Show Me state. I forgot to ask where they met up, because they all arrived in one car.

The cousins are trying to see a game at each major league ballpark. One works for the St. Louis Cardinals.

Friday night my dad, my siblings, the cousins, a nephew and significant others hung out at my house for dinner. The next evening we went to Target Field to watch the Minnesota Twins play the Cincinnati Reds.

I liked where we sat, behind home plate. Sadly no foul balls came our way. How cool would it be to have an apartment/condo where your balcony overlooks the stadium? Pricey, for certain.

More views of the field:

It was Armed Forces Appreciation Day. My private bits get a little tingly at military aircraft flyovers. That night it was an H-60 Black Hawk following a CH-47 Chinook, both from the Minnesota Air National Guard. They don't look close in the picture, but when they were directly overhead I could see that the pilots had shaved that morning.

My cousins came bearing gifts. One owns a quilting shop. She and her husband finished a quilt my mother had started before she passed away. They also gave me beer from Missouri :)

I don't follow baseball closely, but I love the excitement of the game, the events between innings and the surrounding events. It was also nice sitting by the cousin who works for the Cardinals. She explained a few things for me.

[nocternalrandomness]

Erickson Aircraft Collection P-38 passing over Lake Billy Chinook, Jefferson County, Oregon

[warnersister]

Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

The Highwayman Series | Prologue | Chapter 2

‘No Entry – Construction (TRANSATLANTIC RAILWAY DUE TO FINISH 1869)’ the sign read and the frontman on his horse creased his brows into a tight and questioning line. “1869? But its 1863.” He said, voice in a questioning tone. “haven’t you heard?” his companion asked “east and west are racing to see who can build the most. Gonna be shut a while” he said matter of factly, while straightening out his mustache from where the Tennessee heat had frazzled it. The former grunted in response “this is our way though” “well were gonna have to go a different way hangman, don’t fancy getting Spitfire killed by a train” the other told him, motioning to the fine mare he was riding on. He nodded “yeah hornets too young for that, rooster you’re right. You know a different way?” hangman asked. Rooster thought for a minute, straightening out his mustache again, already bunching up under the springtime humidity – but this time, more in thought than in maintenance as he turned to look at his surroundings “already crossed Mississippi” he said, remembering when they’d crossed the mighty river – not wishing to back track on that path. “were gonna have to go the whole way round, through missouri – Kansas, take a left at colorado” “could we not go trough Texas?” Hangman asked, thinking of a shorter route they used to traverse a decade prior. Rooster raised his brows “aint Sherrif Simpson still after us?” he asked and his friend shrugged. “Already told the rest of ‘em to meet us in Louisiana and it’ll take weeks, months to get there if not, were good as dead if the Indians aint as hospitable again” there was silence for a minute “plus you’ve got a stache now and I’ve got this sweet bod, he wont recognise us” Hangman said, flexing while Rooster threw his head back and laughed loudly “bod ain’t as good as mine, bagman” Rooster said and the other shook his head “c’mon. Texas it is."

This route was fresh, recognisable but still; new-(ish). There were plenty of structures that were erected since they’d last abided there, especially in the Plains – a substantially belittled number of natives and much more Easterns who you could tell had no business being in Western heat – searching for green grass but getting tumble weeds in lieu. They’d reached their meeting point but a week later, reconsiliating with Coyote and Bob who’d been engaging in business up in the rockies, taking the strongest horses but only returning with one. “Hercules?” Hangman asked and bob shook his head “struggled all the way up, slipped, poor boy couldn’t handle it. Was cryin’ in the night he was. Had’a put him out o’ his misery” the four all bowed their heads and shook them in remembrance for their fallen companion. “damn” rooster said. “Well there's no way the two of ya can manage all the way to New Mexico on Chinook, let alone California” Hangman said. “we passed a ranch on the way down here in northern Texas, town called Miramar” Bob told him as Rooster and Hangman shared a look. “Ain’t that where we nearly got hung?” Rooster asked “sure is Brad.” Hangman thought for a moment “Good mares?” Hangman asked “the best” coyote said “young lady an’all. Mighty fine on the eyes” “guess we’re heading up North.”

The ride was slightly awkward with Coyote and Bob both on one horse, they changed primary rider every hundred or so miles – and it made it easier to travel at night, but still; a man wanted his own horse and Coyote was proud of Chinook, but the horse was starting to weary with some three hundred pounds on his back. But eventually they saw the sign. White lettering and red background, carved so deeply into old mahogany and almost illegible, but it was undeniably so: Miramar. So close you could almost make out Oklahoma, but far enough away and enough Stetsons present to recognise the contrast between what was and what wasn’t Texan territory. “where’s this ranch of yours, Bob?” Jake asked, swallowing harshly as he eyed the infamous town over his sunglasses; Bob pointed straight ahead, and adjacent to the Sheriff’s office, was an unassuming parlour attacked to a decently sized acreage of farm, a good seven or eight horses feeding off their dinner. “alright. Let’s get in and get out.” Jake said, instructing his horse to move forward as he did so. “you guys got history here or something?” Javy asked and rooster snorted “yeah something like that” “what happened?” Bob asked “lets just say he had a thing for the Sherrif’s daughter and he organised to hang him if he didn’t get out of town.” Rooster explained, recalling the events from what seemed like yesterday. Jake cleared his way as a way to get the lot of them to shut up. He still had the ring he was going to give her in his breast pocket.

They drew a lot of attention as they rode through town – strangers clearly dressed in travelling attire. But they were the Highwaymen, not pilgrims. Coyote hopped off the back of Chinook and Bob followed suit, heading to the girl who had their back turned to them, currently attending to a young pony who seemed to refuse to leave the refuge of her stables. “Excuse me, ma’am – any of these horses for sale?” “Uh huh the lot of ‘em” she’d replied, turning to the strangers to greet them as customers. Jake felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “jake?” “hey, petal” he replied, unable to muster anything else as he looked at you, still as mighty fine if not more gorgeous than he day he’d hit the road with rooster. You looked to his left and nodded “Brad” “hey pretty” after the short and unsweetened reunion. “Y’all should get off my ranch. My daddy still has a right mind lynchin’ the two of ya” you say smally, turning to reattend to the horse. “Still?” Rooster asked with a smirk but Jake was taking it more seriously as you nodded your head to the stocks “meaner than the day you left” “sweetheart-“ “I aint talkin to you, Jake” you say and look at your feet “look, my horse passed in the rockies; was hopin’ I could but a new ‘un to get us to California. Got any up for the job?” Bob asked and you looked at him. “Uh, we got a few. Albatros is gorgeous and strong, but I don’t think she’ll last ‘till Cali.” You place your hands on your hips, surverying the pack “Falcon, he’ll get you there but no further.” You say “that there” you point at the strong, pale coloured horse in the back of the field “Lightning. God he can ride, got the strength of Zeus. He’ll get you there, hell he’ll get you through Mexico and back. But he’s my favourite, he’s gonna cost ya” Jake smiled “God he was just a young’un a few years back. My, he's grown” he says, recalling the day he’d gifted you the horse. He’d saved up all his money, didn’t even steal him, brought him all the way from New Mexico. Didn’t even ride him, he walked on foot – made sure the mare had his breaks and god your smile when you accepted him. His hair matched Jakes, so he’d always be there when he wasn’t. “You’re willing to sell him? After all this time?” you finally look at him, pain apparent in your eyes “you left, Seresin” that hurt “you bought him as a reminder. Don’t need no reminder of you, boy” you say “well ‘m here now-“ “exactly.” You cut him off and there is a silence.

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

Prologue | Chapter 2

[rabbitcruiser]

Bend, OR (No. 8)

The headwaters of the Deschutes River are at Little Lava Lake, a natural lake in the Cascade Range approximately 26 miles (42 km) northwest of the city of La Pine. The river flows south into Crane Prairie Reservoir, then into Wickiup Reservoir, from where it heads in a northeasterly direction past the resort community of Sunriver and into the city of Bend, about 170 miles (270 km) from the river mouth on the Columbia.

In central Bend, the river enters Mirror Pond, an impoundment behind Newport hydroelectric dam. The pond extends upstream to the Galveston Bridge and is a feature of Drake Park as well as Harmon, Pageant, and Brooks parks. From April through October, diversions to Central Oregon Irrigation District canals reduce the river flow between Bend and Pelton Reregulating Dam, at river mile (RM) 100 (river kilometer (RK) 160).

The river continues north from Bend, and just west of Redmond, Oregon. Here it passes by Eagle Crest Resort and Cline Falls State Scenic Viewpoint. As it heads north through the central Oregon high desert, the river carves a gorge bordered by large basalt cliffs. By the time it reaches Lake Billy Chinook, a reservoir west of Madras, the river is approximately 300 feet (91 m) below the surrounding plateau, the Little Agency Plains and Agency Plains. At Lake Billy Chinook the river is joined by the Crooked and Metolius rivers.

Beyond the dam, the river continues north in a gorge well below the surrounding countryside. It passes through the Warm Springs Indian Reservation, which includes the city of Warm Springs and the Kah-Nee-Ta resort. The river ends at its confluence with the Columbia River, 5 miles (8 km) southwest of Biggs Junction and 204 miles (328 km) from the Columbia's mouth on the Pacific Ocean.

Source: Wikipedia

[misty-eyezz]

Guess I should explain this AU a bit more while I'm getting ready. For people on my X knew a bit, but people here might not know. It's supposed to contain mature themes such as drug and alcohol abuse. As well as workplace harassment, withheld wages, stealing credit, etc. Wade is the main focus of the story, unlike Ember in the original. It also takes place four to five years before the movie. For example, the movie came out in June 2023, and Wade is 26, according to the Unlikely Friends book. His unofficial birthday is February 20, so he was born on February 20, 1997. So this fanfic AU is set in 2019, when Wade is about to turn 22 on the day his band, Mainstream, has their return concert after their first world tour. The return concert is actually set to be on Wade's birthday. It's ironic because they are releasing the album inspired by him and his life, "Wade to my Heart" but his manager, Ty Phuong, scheduled it on his birthday on purpose to fuck with him.

There are four members; Creek Mill, Angel Falls, Font Sailor, and Wade Ripple.

Creek is non-binary but their manager, Ty Phuong, is an asshole and refers to Creek as male often in the story and in media so he can call the band a boy band. Creek is the shortest and a drummer, he is always put next to Angel who is self-conscious about his height.

Angel is the oldest member. He can't play any instrument at all. He worked with Mr. Phuong the longest but failed because he had no musical talent besides singing. Angel is a jerk and steals credit for the band's work.

Font is the tallest and strongest, he plays bass guitar. He played Waveball to get into university to be a music major. Talks to Wade about his dad. He met Creek there but they didn't get close until they joined the band. They started dating a little after talking about how Phuong mistreated Creek. In photos, he is never allowed to be next to Creek to hide their chemistry.

Wade is the lead guitarist and writes almost all the band's songs. He is the fans' (Streamies) least favorite member. Ty Phuong is their manager, he is an air man from Chinook. He's an asshole who purposely manipulates Wade, Creek and Font in a way where they are trapped to work with him. Creek and Font have no family to return being NB and gay as well as following music careers instead of something more 'substantial.' Lastly, Wade is purposely alienated from his parents and it only gets worse after his dad dies

Some information about their world tour is here on a shirt. They visited a different country every month, but in October they went to two different countries (more in image description) I spent a long time trying to come up with element-related puns for the places they had their concerts.

Wade has a very strenuous relationship with Angel, but the other members tend to stick to themselves. Wade admits his relationship with Angel is like a toxic co-dependency, Angel would be nothing without Wade and vice versa. Or that's what he is manipulated to believe.

Dewey in this AU doesn't die until Wade turns 18, he dies from a degenerative heart disease. His backstory is about he same, but slightly different since his health deteriorates and he is forced to quit Waveball early on. This allows for Dewey to be a much softer father than the original because he knows he's dying and unable to hide it from his kids early on unlike how it is depicted in the book where he hides it until it's too late causing him to have much harsher mood swings. All the kids work hard to fulfill their dreams before Dewey passes away, graduating school early, playing Waveball, and Wade starts in the band at age 16.

Ember is actually a huge fan of the band. She owns a limited edition chainmail band shirt from the band's tour in Fireland. However, it's a size too big since the one in her size was too much. She also made a custom chainmail hoodie that she wears only every once and awhile. These are red flags for Wade originally when they first meet, but he can't seem to pull himself away from talking to her since she doesn't recognize him as a member of the band. This is how Wade is able to talk to her freely without the fear of her judging him as others have in the past.

"It was the first genuine smile I've gotten in a long time. She saw me for who I am and not what I was, it made me want to cry. At that moment I wanted to tell her the truth, but then would her smile change?"

(not an actual quote but it's the idea I'm going for lol)

This next part you'll have to suspend your belief for, I realized based on my sibling's criticism that Ember not recognizing Wade despite being a fan of his band strange. I admit it's a little far fetched but let me have my fantasies ok ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

Anyway, more info on each image above in their descriptions

You probably already noticed throughout, Wade and Ember are smoking. Wade unlike the other members avoids taking narcotics, bu he ends up addicted to smoking. This is the whole reason Ember takes interest in him in the first place. She's never seen a water person smoke before. This makes her chase after him and that's how they start talking. Anyway, that's all I should say without fully spoiling the story. To be honest it's strangely my comfort story. Writing Wade's backstory and how he finds solace in talking to Ember despite manipulating the truth to avoid her knowing who he really is, is sweet to me?? I read too much manwha stories ngl lmao

[natures-moments]

Chinook Pass, Washington, USA

[seabiscuits-us]

Western AU snippet? Western AU snippet.

The convent lay five miles north of Chinook. Ava went for a first pass in the daytime, to mark the route in her head, and found it interrupting the expanse of plain with nothing before it, nothing after it, and nothing to either side but for a herd of bison grazing in the distance and a few patches of scrub.

An eyesore, in Ava’s opinion. Back in New York, she’d seen the grand catholic churches with stained glass adornments and naves filled with gold and precious stones.

There were no such luxuries on the frontier. Of the two buildings that stood huddled together, one was four-stories with white clapboard where the nuns slept, and the other was smaller with a steepled roof. The church.

[eopederson2]

Mt. Rainier from the top of Chinook Pass, Washington, 2014.

Regrets of a year in which a trip to the he PNW has not been possible. Some other travel, but none to my natal region.