Jackpine

No names again but lots of flowers and decorations and what was, I imagine, someone’s beloved baseball cap hanging from the cross at this descanso where Jackpine Road ends at Oregon highway 97. It’s really quite a pretty little pile, despite showing its age.

Another stuffed animal here, this time a bunny rabbit. I hate that my lizard brain immediately says “a child who lost their mom or dad left this here” whenever I see a stuffy. Or rather, I hate that I know my lizard brain is right, and a child goes to bed every night without mom or dad.

The hat looked fairly new compared to the rest of the decorations. Again, because I never* touch the memorials I couldn’t tell what the logo was on the hat, although now I realize I could have, you know, taken a photo of it to see …