After traveling around the world and up and down the west coast of the U.S., I’ve begun to think about different houses and places I might like, if I ever settle down. We’ve only been in Oregon a few days now, but already I can see myself living here. Papa says that’s because it’s part of a region of the country that is sometimes called “Ecotopia,” but I just think its because it is beautiful here.
Did you know that a volcano made that lava butte? Unbelievably hot liquid rock came out of the ground and then cooled into solid rock. I asked the park ranger, “Ms. Ranger, now that the molten rock has cooled, could we rent this place and move in please?” She told me, “Sorry, Sweet Pea, but no one gets to live on top of the lava butte these days. It’s a public park.” I almost missed what she said, because I was looking around for someone named “Sweet Pea,” but then I realized she meant me.
After we moved on, I asked Papa, “Why did she call me Sweet Pea? Do I look like a pea?” Papa said, “No, Solbit, you look sweet,” and he explained that “Sweet Pea” is “a term of endearment.” A what? He said she used it because she liked me! I get that a lot, you know.
Well, since I can’t live up high on that lava butte. Maybe I’ll go the other way. I could be happy with the flat view from this place.
As soon as he said that, alarm bells went off in my little head. I hear that farm work is hard and takes a lot of time. Maybe I wouldn’t want to be a farmer, but I’d like living here, if I didn’t have to be a farmer.
Finally, when we got here to Bend OR, I found my ideal. A little stone cottage by the Deschutes River. From this little cottage, I could look out the window and see all kinds of birds and river otters and sometimes a jumping fish!
Oregon sure is my kind of place. All the countries and states we’ve visited have been great, but something about Oregon especially appeals to me. I asked Nona and Papa if we could settle down here. Papa said, “No way, Sweet Pea, we still have a lot of traveling to do.” I think he used that term of endearment like the park ranger did because he likes me, even if he doesn’t like my idea of getting a house here.
Who knows maybe I’ll want to live in the next place we visit. Yeah, like a place up near Machu Picchu in the Andes Mountains. So I’m not complaining.
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”