#50PreciousWords 2018 Writing Challenge

Vivian Kirkfield issued a challenge and I accepted! A complete story, beginning, middle, and end, in 50 words. Enjoy!



by Chris M. Regier

The hay field was empty.
“Hey.” Patience bleated.
They’d been robbed!
“Hey!” Patience bellered.
Anxious to alert the farmer, she didn’t notice the bale wagon disappearing into the barn.
“HEY!” Patience bawled.
Hoarse and hungry, she finally trudged home.
Into a barn bursting with wispy, wonderful…


Last fall, on a camping trip, my husband found a rock painted with a mandala design. On the back was the hashtag #WCPR and the phrase, “Keep, or re-hide.”

I did a little research and discovered that WCPR stands for “West Coast Painted Rocks” and painting and hiding rocks as random acts of kindness is their mission.

And just like that, I had a new hobby.

Last night I hid painted Valentine rocks at the local grade school. This morning, I got love in return. Best. Investment. Ever.


Even better? I’ve been asked to come to school and teach the kids how to paint rocks. And to tell them why I hide them for others to find.

Because it’s fun.

Because it’s kind.

Because it’s love.

Rock on!



I sent a story out on submission this week that I’ve been working on for awhile. A story I wonder if I’m qualified to write, in ways, and, in other ways, know without a doubt I’m as qualified as they come. A story that made me read and reach and learn, until my brain hurt. A story that flowed like water, like air, like life, until my heart sang. A story who’s spark came out of a blackness so dark I wasn’t sure I would ever see again. A story that reminds us starlight is everywhere, the darkness just makes it easier to see.

Happy Earth Day, my loves. You are, each and every one of you, a gift to me.

Peace and love,



Snow Peak Rescue

We’ve had a lot of snow this year. More than normal, and it has stayed on the ground longer than normal. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to go play in more snow. Since we were kids, Mike and I have been going to Snow Peak. We have a lifetime of good memories associated with this place.

We drove up, thinking we would stop when the snow got too deep. There is a logging road that takes you to a short trail that climbs up to an abandoned fire lookout. You can see the whole world from up there, it seems like. That was our goal.

So we set off on a bright, sunny day. And we almost made it. But this year the snow was deep. So deep, we got stuck for the first time ever. And had to call for help.

We did manage to get some hiking in. We walked back down the road to meet our rescuer. Adam, you are my hero.


Making the best of it.



Tiny little mouse butt prints!



We dug and spun for about an hour. Adam pulled us out in a few minutes.

Next time, we’ll wait for a warmer winter.



Pacific City Writing Retreat

I gave myself a treat last month and went to the coast all by myself with the goal of writing until I felt like stopping, instead of stopping when I got interrupted. It was glorious. I took a walk down the beach first thing.




I wonder how many haystack rocks there are in the world?


And then I got down to writing.


The view was inspirational.


And this got me off the couch and out onto my balcony.

The next day I climbed the dune. I wasn’t at all sure I could make it to the top. It’s been awhile since I tried. However, I discovered there are many, many different angles to take photos from. I took advantage of all of them. Long advantages. With lots of deep breathing. And luckily no puking.

And, one step at a time,20170125_10321420170125_10333720170125_10354020170125_104112 I made it to the top.

Instead of the traditional giant leaping run back down the same side, I took a slower, gentler route down the backside and around.


The sand reminded me of wood grain.


And the combination of textures was lovely.

Back to writing. All day.

I’m working on a novel about loss and darkness, rediscovery and light. It’s not easy to write and my hope was that by getting away from home and all its distractions and interruptions I would be able to focus and get some words on the page. It worked. I did. Seven new chapters.

I ended my mini retreat by treating myself to a salmon dinner at the Pelican Pub.


I think I might have to make a habit of this.



Ghost Towns for Halloween

Mike and I decided to take a trip last fall and since it was the end of October, what better place to go than a few ghost towns? This trip kept popping up on my Facebook feed so I plugged the coordinates into my phone, and we took off.


This was Cola’s first road trip and I wasn’t sure how she would do with all the driving time. I shouldn’t have worried.

We left home and drove up past Mt. Hood before dipping down around the Warm Springs Indian Reservation to  Trout Creek Campground. We didn’t do any rock climbing, but Cola swam in the Deschuttes River while Mike and I walked along the abandoned rail line that follows the river. 20161028_161400


The skies were amazing the entire trip.


Setting up camp.


This is the abandoned rail line. Makes for a lovely, level walking trail.


Mike was pretty sure he could see someone climbing high on the right.


Happy campers.

In the morning we took off for our first ghost town, Shaniko. Like I said, Cola was a good traveler.



From Shaniko we drove to Condon, which just seemed like a small, run down town. Mike and I were struck by how many people still actually live in all the towns we visited. I finally looked up the definition of “ghost town.”

“a town for which the reason for being no longer exists”

It seems many of these towns have found a new reason for being: Tourism. But, even though the towns themselves were a bit of a disappointment, the roads we travelled between them were amazing. And, we would have never taken those roads if we weren’t heading to the next town on the list.


Wild turkeys.


Alice sent Grandpa on this trip with candy to keep him going.


The roads were truly stunning.


Cola was very patient whenever we needed to shop for supplies/treats.

The next town we visited was Lone Rock. Wonder where they came up with the name.


From Lone Rock to Hardman was the most scenic drive of the whole trip. Also the slowest. We were on a one lane gravel road. I think we averaged about 20 mph. But that speed gave us time to see everything, which was a very, very good thing.


Hula girl got a good workout.


At one point we came around a corner and drove through someone’s farm. We didn’t see any power poles along the road. Pretty sure this farm runs off the grid. However, they are definitely using their resources wisely.


The rock wall ran along one side of the road. A small creek ran along the other side. When we looked closely at the rock, this is what we saw.



I’d love to see this wall when the babies have just hatched.

Once we came up out of the canyon, the whole world spread out around us.


We found a campground just outside of Hardman. It was too dark to see anything, but we were pretty sure there was a body of water somewhere out there in the darkness and fog. Sure enough. In the morning we woke up to this view.


After breakfast here: 20161030_101442

We continued on. Mike and I made the decision to stay on paved roads from that point on. Cola made the decision to try sleeping on the floor for awhile.20161030_132029

We skipped a few towns, but did drive through Granite,


enjoyed the road to Sumpter,

and got out and got more supplies/treats in Sumpter.


Cola guarded the bank vault while we did our shopping.

We ended up driving through Halfway and camping at Copperfield Campground, right on the Snake River/Oregon/Idaho border.


Cola took advantage of the time to get some swimming done. She went after the sticks we threw without ever seeming to realize the bubbles popping around her were fish. Lots and lots of fish!


The campground was really nice.


The last ghost town on our list was Cornucopia. It looks like there is a big push to make it a resort/hunting destination. Cola tried a new nap position.


We found a few more old looking houses.


And then we headed home through John Day and the painted hills.


Cola and I obeyed the signs.


Although I’ve got to admit, I thought this one could be interpreted several different ways, one of which would mean we needed to learn to fly.


The patterns and colors always remind me of Indian blankets. Probably where they got their inspiration.

It felt fitting to finish the trip heading into the sunset.