
A Traditional Barn Dance at Champoeg,
the Place Where Oregon Began.
Lilly Morgan usually leaves her chickens at home. But this time she brought one with her and it ran off. She had the whole town of Dufur, Oregon out looking for it. It was a real parade for awhile. Now, when you're in Dufur, Mount Hood looks exactly the same, except that she rises in the West instead of the East. It was enough to get Lilly all turned around. She kept pointing everybody in the wrong direction. Her bird was never seen again. Personally, we feel that the bird probably got taken by one of the threshing rigs the community of Dufur is so famous for. Did I mention that this was the weekend of Dufur's Annual Threshing Bee? That would explain it.
The town-folk felt so bad for Lilly that they fed us a country ranch-style meal of steak and potatoes to make up for the chicken pot pie we didn't get. After dinner, we went out and did some jamming with the musicians who hang around there. Best bunch of guitar pickers and fiddlers that (or this) side of Mount Hood, let me tell you!




just like the ones that pulled the wagons west in the olden days. How smart these oxen were is demonstrated by the photo at left. The "deer" is made of plaster, yet the ox romanced it as though it were a real critter. Of course there was an old time Fiddlers convention going on at the same time. With all the pickin' and grinnin' and sparkin' going on, Emigrant Springs was a great place to rest your feet before continuing across the Blue Mountains.
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