Autumn reflections in Scottsburg

Driving along the Umpqua River between the coast and I-5 last weekend, I just had to stop and take pictures of the fall colors. Where I live in South Beach, recent storms have already wiped out the red and gold leaves, but here, 20 miles inland, I found a glorious multi-hued patchwork of trees reflected in the water.

This was taken at Scottburg Park, a boat launch and picnic site about 2 1/2 miles west of the tiny community of Scottburg. Founded in 1950 by Levi Scott, it was once a bustling shipping port. The advent of the railroad and bigger ports took business elsewhere, but it’s a still a sweet little river town with one market, one restaurant, a bait and tackle shop and an “elk crossing” sign.

Author: Sue Fagalde Lick

writer/musician California native, Oregon resident Author of Freelancing for Newspapers, Shoes Full of Sand, Azorean Dreams, Stories Grandma Never Told, Childless by Marriage, and Up Beaver Creek. Most recently, I have published two poetry chapbooks, Gravel Road Ahead and The Widow at the Piano: Confessions of a Distracted Catholic. I have published hundreds of articles, plus essays, fiction and poetry. I'm also pretty good at singing and playing guitar and piano. View all posts by Sue Fagalde Lick