Appeal Tribune
| WEDNESDAY, APRIL 21, 2021 | 1B
OUTDOORS
Kingston Prairie
Area gives glimpse of how
Willamette Valley once was
Bobbie Snead Special to Salem Statesman Journal
USA TODAY NETWORK
Note: Kingston Prairie is currently open to the
public. To protect the safety of others, please remem-
ber to practice social distancing. To protect the safety of
nesting meadowlarks, please remember that dogs are prohibited.
This is a fragile habitat; please treat it gently. h A prairie is not the first
place that comes to mind when one thinks of Oregon. Yet that’s exactly what early
19th-century explorers and fur trappers found when they arrived in the Willamette
Valley: a rich landscape of grassland and groves of widely spaced oak trees. When
word of the valley’s fertile soil and saddle-high grass traveled east, it triggered the
great westward movement of covered wagons along the Oregon Trail. Although agri-
culture and development have left only scattered fragments in today’s valley, it’s still
possible to see this endangered habitat at Kingston Prairie, an always-open preserve
near Stayton owned by the Greenbelt Land Trust. See PRAIRIE, Page 2B
Kingston Prairie, a preserve that retains the biological diversity of the Willamette Valley as it was, before settlers arrived. BOBBIE SNEAD/SPECIAL TO THE STATESMAN JOURNAL
On becoming a happy and aimless wanderer
Fishing
Henry Miller
Guest columnist
They - a very loaded word, that - say the longer you
have a pet, the more you come to resemble the critter.
Picture the woman with long, blonde hair driving a
convertible with an Afghan hound with its hair flowing
in the breeze sitting on the passenger seat trope.
Or the Winston Churchill and a bulldog compari-
son.
Although in the interests of accuracy, no one to my
knowledge has ever seen a bulldog lighting up a La
Aroma de Cuba stogie, a fave of the late British prime
minister.
You can only take a simile so far.
I digress.
Given that Harry, the mostly Jack Russell, is in his
dotage, the comparison of the dog to the human who
he owns has become mental as well as physical.
Harry will stop for no apparent reason and stare
blankly at nothing in particular, sometimes midway
while crossing a street.
This trait of apparent life-threatening cluelessness
used to be somewhat annoying.
Now it’s a shared feature, not a bug, except for the
four-legged lockup in the middle of the road.
Harry can literally stop and snort and snuffle at a
patch of grass for five minutes with no discernible mo-
tive or intent.
Like Harry, the person who he owns is learning about
the beauty of senior moments.
HENRY MILLER/SPECIAL TO THE STATESMAN JOURNAL
I used to tug on the leash trying to get him to get off
the brakes and release the clutch.
Now there’s a shared appreciation of the stalled
ramble.
He stops. He sniffs. I look around and take in the
surroundings.
Harry’s brain cramps are almost like those times
when you find yourself in a room, and have a vague
sense that you are there for a reason, but you can re-
member exactly what.
If you haven’t had the experience, trust me, you will.
For years in the past, walking with Harry was like
holding the reins of an unruly sled dog team when the
pack sees the finish line.
Now it’s more like an aimless meander.
The only time he gets into a lather is when he sees a
cat, and then it’s a walk down memory lane to puppy-
hood.
In short bursts.
You get the impression he remembers the old times
and the thrill of the chase.
Then Harry forgets just what all the excitement is
about.
I noticed how much I’ve become like the dog during
a recent fishing trip.
The thought of catching a steelhead faded into the
background, while the warmth of the sun on your face
and the sound of the lapping of the river against the
side of the boat, along with the passing panorama, be-
came the essences of the experience.
Nothing much is happening, and that’s absolutely
glorious.
Funny how that sneaks up on you.
Yep.
People do come to resemble their pets over time.
And that’s not a bad thing.
Moving on to another topic.
Now that the weather’s warming and the sap is ris-
ing, I’m going to try something to help catch up on cur-
rent events and forthcoming outdoor opportunities for
the loyal readers.
Space permitting, I’m going to feature items under
the heading “This Week’s Highlights,” admittedly a
take on “where the hell is Henry headed this week.”
See MILLER, Page 2B