A Summer Trip to Oregon

Yes, a Chainsaw Art Festival. And yes, it was loud.

Yes, a Chainsaw Art Festival. And yes, it was loud.

Festival Fun!

Summer is pretty much over for almost everyone I know, but it’s only August and there’s a lot of living to do out there for some of us. A drive to Oregon and a visit to my sister in the Willamette Valley took a pleasant week out of my job hunting career. Always up for a good outing, my sister scouted out a really oddball festival which was right up my alley.

I’ve always had a yearning for one of those massive carved bears you see all over the Northwest roadways. They’re sizable and impressive beasts expertly shaped by chainsaw wielding artists. Yes, it’s a Thing and there were going to be three whole days of it! We aimed for Saturday and I hoped to at last score an impressive carving!

So after taking a remote road to somewhere called Blue River, my sister and I arrived just in the middle of a “90 minute Quick Carve” event. Thirteen individuals who were apparently recruited for this particular yearly event, were buzzing around cutting up logs into mermaids, marshmallow-roasting bears, leaping trout and trolls.  Since this was a fund raising event, my sister and I spent some cash on hot dogs and snow cones and settled in for the live auction bidding!

This little baby carved by a chain saw artist sits in for what I had hoped would be a fierce grizzly.

This little baby carved by a chain saw artist sits in for what I had hoped would be a fierce grizzly.

These Oregon folks know what they want in chainsaw figures, I’ll say that! And they know what they don’t want – several impressive pieces went wanting for a high enough bidder and out of respect for the artists, the autioneer backed off and refused to sell below a minimum bid. Since I had budgeted about $50 for any possible find, I had to forgo the carved and painted hamburger bench, and I couldn’t bid on the proud, spread-winged eagle.

However, all the artists had lots of work done up previously, and lined up for purchase. This goofy little fellow I ended up with wasn’t quite my fierce grizzly, but then, my front stoop isn’t big enough for one anyways. So Jeremy here is parked on my porch. I didn’t name him, and I don’t remember who did, but if you’re reading this, Naming Person Friend of my Sister – curses on you because I wasn’t going to name him Jeremy! I maybe wasn’t going to even name him at all! But these things have a way of playing out whether I’ve directed them or not, which is why I also have a carved stallion named Brownie in my living room.

Look for new posts as my job search continues. There should be some really exciting posts coming up; for instance – I bought more clear boxes to organize shoes in my closet. And no, my shoes aren’t named. Most of them…aren’t…anyway…

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