Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Your power is turning our darkness to dawn,
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Your power is turning our darkness to dawn,
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Other great rivers add power to you,
Yakima, Snake and the Klickitat, too,
Sandy Willamette and Hood River, too;
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Yakima, Snake and the Klickitat, too,
Sandy Willamette and Hood River, too;
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
We don't burn coal to make power. We use our amazing waterways to produce hydroelectric power. My home city's electric company (EWEB, a publicly owned entity) also offers wind power as an option. Costs a few cents more, but wind is a good thing, eh?
In honor of Oregon's commitment to clean energy and just being an all-round cool place to live (yes, I was born here), I've got a couple of Oregon-based books to give you a tour of a some of those really cool places, or really hot if it's summer. If you're a fan of Oregon-based books, try out:
Book Blurb:
Fiona, Hap, Billy, and Mitch make an odd set of friends, as different from the usual high school crowd as they are from each other. Mitch, the oldest of the four, is a half-breed Native American, adopted by white parents. Troubled that he doesn't know his tribe, he avidly studies Native American history and lore.
Learning the nearby Bear Valley Wildlife Refuge is a bald eagle nesting site, he wants to add an eagle feather to his medicine bag and explore the refuge as a site for his Vision Quest, a Native American rite of passage. He and his three friends get far more than an overnight campout as they encounter a black bear, an old man living in the refuge, and a pair of eagle poachers. Bringing the poachers to justice, they test their courage and gain confidence in themselves and each other.
Want an excerpt to get an idea of the style?
“Hey, you guys!” Billy called out, “Look up ahead.”
“Footprints. They head off in that
direction,” he said and started following the trail. The others
looked at each other, then one by one followed Mitch.
Learning the nearby Bear Valley Wildlife Refuge is a bald eagle nesting site, he wants to add an eagle feather to his medicine bag and explore the refuge as a site for his Vision Quest, a Native American rite of passage. He and his three friends get far more than an overnight campout as they encounter a black bear, an old man living in the refuge, and a pair of eagle poachers. Bringing the poachers to justice, they test their courage and gain confidence in themselves and each other.
Want an excerpt to get an idea of the style?
“Hey, you guys!” Billy called out, “Look up ahead.”
“What is that?”
“It looks like feathers. Maybe
they’re eagle feathers.”
As the kids walked nearer the pile of
feathers, their smiles dropped away as they could discern the body of
the large bird. There were feathers scattered around the body, but
someone had removed the wings and cut the talons from the legs.
“Oh, man. That’s disgusting. Did
something get it, like a bear?” Billy said as he looked down at the
remains of the large bald eagle.
“No, it wasn’t an animal. Look at
how they removed the wings. Done with a knife,” Mitch said through
teeth gritted in anger at the desecration of the beautiful bird.
The stood in silence, looking down at
the pitiful remains.
“Should we take some feathers?”
Billy asked.
“No. It wouldn’t be right. That’s
not how you’re supposed to get your feathers. You find one on the
ground because the eagle has left it for you. To do this...this is
horrible, just wrong,” Mitch said, feeling tears brimming in his
eyes. He gave them a quick swipe, but saw that Fiona’s cheeks
showed rivulets of the tears she was shedding.
“Poachers. It has to be poachers,”
she said through her tears. “We’ve got to do something.”
“We could go back to the old man’s
place. He must know the people in charge and can contact them,” Hap
suggested.
The others were nodding, ready to turn
around and head back to the old man’s cabin.
Mitch stopped. “No. We should find
the poachers first. The eagle hasn’t been dead very long.
Look,”
he said as he pointed toward the pitiful bird, “Blood is still
seeping from where they cut off the wings. I think the poachers are
close by. If we can find them, we’ll have more information to give
the people in charge.”
The others didn’t look too excited
about the idea of tracking down poachers.
“I think it’s enough just to tell
them about the eagle,” Hap said.
“That’s fine. You guys go back to
the cabin, but I’m going to find the poachers.” Mitch began
looking at the ground around where the eagle lay.
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