A moody winter day near Boardman, Oregon

orty years ago, if someone had told me I would come to know I-84 through Northern Oregon better than the stretch of I-5 between Portland and Eugene, I’d have thought they were nuts. Forty years ago I had barely heard of Northeastern Oregon, and Wallowa Lake was only something I’d seen in a Geology of Oregon class slideshow. But life changes; connections change things. Most of all, the inherent fiddle-footedness of my ancestors still carries on strong to this…