The Sagebrush Curtain: A Personal History of the Oregon Desert
By Melvin Adams
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Born in the sagebrush community of Lakeview in 1941, the author moved on following high school graduation. But as with many native sons and daughters from out-of-the-way places, the urge to return to his roots proved irresistible.
“I endeavored to write this collection about the Oregon desert because of my childhood there,” says Adams, “but also because it is a place of startling mystery, subdued danger and beauty.”
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The Sagebrush Curtain - Melvin Adams
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
For providing me four years of space and encouragement to prepare the manuscript and for enduring many rough desert roads, I thank my wife Onnie.
For giving me my love of the wild places, I thank my father Millard.
Much of this book was originally published as Netting the Sun: A Personal Geography of the Oregon Desert by Washington State University Press in 2001.
Copyright © Melvin Adams, 2019
All rights reserved.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. Introduction
2. Prologue: Going Home
3. The High Desert
4. Long Lake
5. Metaphors
6. Naming The Desert
7. The Geography Of Names
8. Blank Spots On A Map
9. Valley Of Dry Bones
10. Ahab And The Cowboys
11. Horst, Graben, And Asteroid
12. Abert Lake: The Inland Sea
13. Halophytes And Xerophytes
14. Atmospheric
15. Sunstones
16. Netting The Sun
17. A Star Explodes
18. The Stone Bridge
19. The Sheep Bridge
20. Aspen
21. Pronghorn
22. Redband
23. Semaphore Grass
24. The Animal Wars
25. The Lost Forest
26. Goose Lake
27. The Achomawi
28. Death Of An Explorer
29. Starved Out
30. Shirk Ranch
31. Graves
32. Dr. Daly
33. Boat On A Dry Lake
34. Lakeview After The Fire
35. The Depot
36. Wigwams And Pond Monkeys
37. The Balloon War
38. The Sheep Shed
39. Epilogue: Leaving Home
40. Bibliography
Tell me the landscape in which you live,
and I will tell you who you are.
—Jose Ortega Y Gassett
1. INTRODUCTION
Most people think of Oregon as a wet forest. Oregonians are often referred to as webfeet
for, after all, the mascots of the two largest colleges are ducks and beavers.
But there is a dry side to Oregon constituting the half of the state that lies beyond the rain shadow of the Cascade Mountains. A large portion of the eastern half is a blank spot on a map, particularly the corner where the boundaries of Oregon, California, and Nevada meet. The counties that politically define the area are larger than several states and sparsely populated, at least with humans. This area is often called the high desert because the elevation is greater than a mile, with mountain ranges approaching ten thousand feet high. It can also be described as a cold desert, but more properly, it is geographically a steppe: a faulted, semi-arid region of sage and grassland with few trees except for scattered junipers and pine forests isolated on the tops of north-south ranges overlooking a landscape of ancient lakes and alkali flats.
To the untrained eye, the region appears barren and relatively lifeless, a terrain to be endured while traveling from the gambling dens of Nevada to the wet side of Oregon. Recently in Adel, Oregon, I overheard a lady who had stopped for gas at the country store complain about the seemingly lifeless and barren terrain she had passed through on her way from Nevada to Portland. She did not see how anyone could live out there.
The store owner merely explained, That’s why we like it.
During the settlement of eastern Oregon by Europeans in the late nineteenth century, the region was called the District of the Lakes
by the Army. General Crook had established Fort Warner and was engaged in a campaign against the hostile natives. By that time the shamans, the tribes, and their cultures had largely been exterminated by disease, warfare, starvation and displacement, yet the rock art of the shamans remains an enduring and permanent human feature on this landscape.
The District of the Lakes contains many lakes, but most are alkaline or dry. They were once large and deep and covered much of southeastern Oregon, but they have been drying for about ten thousand years, since the last ice age of the Pleistocene era. The District
includes the political boundaries of Lake County, which contains 7,984 square miles and a human population of 7,186, a population density of about .9 persons per square mile. At the time of European contact, the native population was probably about 25 square miles per person.
I endeavored to write this collection of essays about the Oregon desert because of my childhood there, but also because it is a place of startling mystery, subdued danger, and beauty. It is a place to see nature raw, with most of our usual certainty taken from us. It is a place where the line between terror and beauty is thin and often crossed.
The original inhabitants of the Oregon desert created a symbolic art of place and engraved it on the rocks: illustrations of humans, animals, stars, and numinous beings so charged that there appears to be no difference between animate and inanimate, earth or sky, body or star, art or terrain. Such a place lays tenacious claims on the mind and heart and compels a return again and again.
The District of the Lakes is a historical metaphor for the settlement of the greater American West. All of the pivotal events of the West happened here, only less well-documented and on a less-noticed scale: range wars, Indian wars, gold rushes, booms and busts, and epic cattle drives. The region even boasted a ferry boat and mission architecture, but on a much smaller scale than San Francisco.
I also endeavor to portray the region because it is still relatively undisturbed and visible. There are still unnamed spaces on a map and geographic features without a name. There are unresolved tensions between pagan animism on the one hand and an extractive civilization on the other. It is not clear how the story will end. By attempting to understand this place, I was able to reconstruct the geography of my own beginnings and my own nature and to reveal, because of this place, the hidden parts of my own nature.
2. PROLOGUE: GOING HOME
My journey in the Oregon desert began on October 20, 1941 when I was born in a hospital overlooking the small town of Lakeview, Oregon in Lake County in the Goose Lake Valley. The hospital still exists, though it was converted to a private residence many years ago.
My mother had come to eastern Oregon from Arkansas in search of work and adventure and to escape the Great Depression. My father had come to the Goose Lake Valley from the Willamette Valley for mostly the same reasons, but he had a blind mother and a younger sister to support. He found work in the sawmills and wooden box factories at Willow Ranch on the shore of Goose Lake just across the California border.
Throughout her life, my mother worked out a genealogy in great detail. From her I found out about my ancestors: Hudson of Hudson Bay fame, and the Mayo clinic. Somehow I was related to all of these things because of the names that appeared on her detailed family tree. In contrast, my father’s ancestry remained a blank, impenetrable wall. He did not like to talk about his childhood, but I did know Ena, my blind grandmother who for a time lived in the house next door, and my aunt Marigold. Ena never kept a man or husband for more than a year or two, so I knew that my father had been raised by what seemed an endless succession of stepfathers, some rich, some poor, some abusive, and some generous. One of the stepfathers was named Adams. Near the end of my father’s life I would discover in his files original fading documents signed by an M.V. Sweet. The documents indicated that my father had been left in Yakima, Washington at the age of one with a nurse named Ena by his father, the mysterious Sweet. The documents stated that Millard, my father, was a sickly child who had been born in King County, Washington and that if Sweet failed to reclaim his son after one year, Millard could be adopted by Ena. Despite my best efforts at genealogical research, Sweet remains a phantom. It is possible that he was taken by World War I, but I may never know for sure. Perhaps because of the succession of homes and step-fathers of his youth, my father never cared to venture far from the small house he built himself in Lakeview: a house finished just days before I was born. My parents were not well-educated, and they were scarred by the Depression in ways that I could never fully understand.
My youth in the high desert of Lake County revolved around hunting, camping, fishing, Boy Scouts, and the youth group of the local Mormon church. My parents had converted to Mormonism when I was about eight, and the church quickly became the focus of our social life. I grew up with a shotgun in one hand and a fly rod in the other. The round of outdoor activity was sometimes interrupted by the requirement to work on the church farm or to attempt to learn to dance with the Mormon girls at the church social hall. Looking back over the childhood of my own daughters, I realize that I was raised in an innocent, supportive, some would say naive, small town where drugs and crime were foreign concepts and where if you did something good, such as earning more scout merit badges, your name would be listed in the local newspaper.
Because of the influence of an English teacher named Roberta Blakney and a math teacher named Laura Waterman, I was able to win a four-year college scholarship to Oregon State University from a fund left by a local pioneer doctor. Despite her limited formal education, my mother was an intelligent and cultured person, and she was determined that I would receive the education she lacked. My father was less supportive. He placed great stock in what he referred to as attendance at the school of hard knocks.
At college I gravitated to the natural sciences, returning home at holidays. During those years, I worked summers for the Forest Service as a logging road surveyor. This experience took me to the most remote reaches of Lake County in general and the Fremont National Forest in particular.
During my final summer in the Forest Service I took an interest in a Lakeview girl, also a student at Oregon State, and a few months later we married. Our first daughter was born in Burns, Oregon where I held my first job as a science teacher. Following a year in North Dakota to obtain a master’s degree in science, we moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, where our second daughter was born. During our decade in California, the Oregon desert continued to exert its influence. On summer breaks, we would take our daughters to camp in the Oregon desert, often in the same aspen groves where I camped as a road surveyor. I could often point out to my daughters that we were traveling on improved roads that I had surveyed.
After more than a decade in public education, my wife and I decided it was time to change locations and professions. We sold the California house and packed up our daughters so that I could return to college in Oregon to study environmental engineering. My new career quickly led to employment at the Hanford Nuclear Reservation in Washington state. At last, I was back in the desert, but in another state.
The Washington desert is much lower and dryer than the Oregon desert and, because of the Columbia river, much more populated, industrial, and wealthy from irrigated agriculture. Nevertheless, I became reacquainted with some of the desert icons of my youth—sagebrush, coyotes, tumbleweeds—though at Hanford, my efforts revolved around the practical matter of how to keep them out of radioactive waste disposal sites.
The Oregon desert is a day’s drive on Highway 395 from our home in Washington state. The route winds through some of the most mountainous and uninhabited terrain left in the Pacific Northwest. Ironically, I have learned more about the history of this desert since I left because of vacation explorations I continue to make year after year. It is a sad irony of our educational process that we must learn in-depth on our own about the flora, fauna, geology, and human history of our homes after we leave them than we learned while living in those places. Often the kings and queens of England get more attention in the curriculum than the rich history right outside our schoolhouse doors.