October 15th.

Autumn Advencha Numbah Two, Chapter Two

After leaving the covered bridge, we decided to head back home; of course, when we saw these pīpī, I had to have Nolemana take a photo of them for AFK. I did moo at them for her, too. Red Angus for a change.

We were heading home along Highway 213 and saw a sign for a very interesting sign for a place we’d never heard of before. So being the adventurous types, we decided to turn around and follow that road instead. Well, I use the term “we” pretty loosely. I’m the serendipitous one in the family, the “let’s follow this road and see where it goes, just for fun. Nolemana is usually pretty agreeable… and of course, it does help that I’m always the driver! Heh heh.

I found some interesting information about Crooked Finger. It’s not a town, but an area/prairie, and was named for Chief Crooked Finger. You can read all about it here. I love learning this kind of history!

Crooked Finger (Loshuk), the Molalla  Chief, lived in an upland valley in the foothills of the Cascades, above present day Scott’s Mills. This area is called Crooked Finger’s Prairie even today. Loshuk received his American name Crooked Finger when as a boy he was playing with a rifle and it went off, disfiguring his hand.

I’d seen the sign for the park on our way to Crooked Finger Prairie, so we decided to drive in. It looked like a terrific park.

Try wait! This is the bestest part of the park: Scotts Mills Falls.

Serendipity is a wonderful thing, is it not? I had no idea whatsoever that this magical place even existed, and I probably never would have known if I hadn’t wanted to know what Crooked Finger was all about. I don’t want to be beige…I want to be full of color and adventure, and this little stop was one of those colorful times in my life…and therefore, in Nolemana’s too. He was glad we’d stopped.

K’den. Plenny photos for now… da last chapter next time.