On Easter Sunday, we had plans with Bill to get together for lunch and some garden work. Bill recently moved to a new location, where he is establishing a new garden. When he left Mountain Grove last fall (rather abruptly) he had to dig up whatever he could and take it with him to his new place, and it now needed transplanting into his newly established garden beds. We offered to help him with some of the work, and Sunday was the day. We met at the Wolf Creek Easter parade, which was good fun. It rained a bit, but we didn’t mind. Many Oregonians prefer not to use umbrellas.
Wolf Creek is a very small town, right next door to Glendale. My friend Dan and I once walked over the ridge from Glendale, taking the train tracks and crossing through the tunnel on the way back. Wolf Creek is smaller than Glendale, with no incorporated municipality. A famous landmark of Wolf Creek is the Wolf Creek Inn, a historical tavern where Jack London spent a good deal of time while writing Call of the Wild. The Inn has been closed for almost a year now, or perhaps even longer. The Circle, a venue operated by a friend of mine, recently closed as well. Wolf Creek also has a library, a post office, and some fast food kinds of dining. They have an acclaimed charter school, Sunny Wolf Elementary, where our daughter Eva attended for about a year, during our time in Glendale.
Wolf Creek is basically one three way intersection, and it is seldom busy, but on the day of the Easter parade, the streets were lined with people. We saw some people dressed up hanging out on the porch of the Circle, the eviction notice still taped to the windows. We found Bill, and we ran into some other friends from the area. The parade started, and I was pleased to see some bagpipes being played by men in full kilts, early in the procession. I do have an affinity for the merry pipes.
Quite a few people on horseback also came by, and some cars and trailers decorated as floats floated past as well. A fire truck full of children came by, as well as a massive snow cat rescue vehicle being pulled on a trailer. Quite a few county vehicles came by also, along with an old fashioned truck, a humvee, and several groups of people on foot.
Most of those proceeding in the parade threw candy out at the crowds. Our girls well understand our policy against consuming such things, and they didn’t even struggle too hard against temptation. Hopefully they understand the reason, and can begin to make the choice on their own. (Not that they don’t go ahead and devour candy when they do get the chance… but at least they don’t fight us on it too much when we’re around…)
The parade went all the way down a side street towards the county park, which runs along the creek. We walked down after it, mainly so we could talk with an old friend we ran into, Arron. His daughter and Eva were friends back at Sunny Wolf, and he and his wife Jean always impressed me as a real doers and solid leaders in the community there. It was good catching up with Arron a bit. Lila got a chance to ride a miniature horse as well, which she was thrilled about. The rain got heavier, though, and we had more to do that day.
We had actually come to Wolf Creek to meet with Bill, who lived outside of town a ways, down on Grave Creek. After the parade we followed him down the lonely road winding its way through the mountains, with Grave Creek visible far below through breaks in the trees along the edge of the steep drop off. Bill always manages to find places that are way out of the way. We ended up doing two work days out at Bill's garden, which I will cover in a different article.