Wamic, Oregon
by Shelby
Oregon City, OR
My grandma lives by The Dalles in Wamic, Oregon. There is nothing but rolling hills and flat horizons. In the winter the cold nips at your nose and in the summer the sun warms your body. In the fall the trees are a mixture of golden browns, yellows and oranges. In the spring the flowers are blooming and rain is seeping through the ground. In Wamic, Oregon you can look out the window and see a picture. The golden brown hills with the swaying grassy valleys and small man made creeks. They look like paintings. The air in Wamic is pure and clean. You can smell the sweet clean cut grass hay and cattle in the summer. In winter the snow fills the land and it as if an angel has laid a pure white blanket over all of town. This place I talk about, Wamic, is a beautiful place in Oregon and our amazing Mount Hood overlooks it. Wamic, Oregon is also close by the Barlow Trail that the pioneers traveled by.
