A Parliament Of Owls

Former Forest Service colleagues, all bonafide members of the Aldo Leopold Society, came from hither and yon to convene at the Owl Conservatory in Plain on April 6-9. Delegates gathered to reminisce and reflect on those halcyon days of wilderness and backcountry adventures, discuss and debate world affairs, view a lunar eclipse and hobnob with fellow owls.

This every-so-often parliament of owls, also known among wilderness aficionados as the Inter-Gallactic Legion Of Owls, spun tales of adventure and derring-do from their days as trail dogs, wilderness rangers, firefighters and lookouts on the Wenatchee National Forest. For more on the subject, check out Wilderness Strangers: Adventures in Shangri-La.

The Boss Abides

For three decades, I had the honor and privilege to share an office in the University of Oregon School of Journalism and Communication with the best, brightest and most talented professionals in the fields of journalism, advertising, public relations and media studies. Of that group of non-tenure track instructors, some considered Pete Peterson as our resident mensch. We called him: "The Boss."

Pete, who for many years coordinated the Charles Snowden Media Internship Program for the UO School of Journalism and Communication, passed away on December 3, 2023, of acute myeloid leukemia, a fast-growing cancer that was diagnosed only in November 2023. I first met Pete in 2006 when he was hired by the UO School of Journalism and Communication. We would come to share an office for more than 12 years.

Ralph (Pete) Peterson was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan on October 3, 1944, the fourth of five children to Evelyn M. Trepanier and Ralph G. Peterson. After graduation from Ann Arbor Pioneer High School, Pete attended Eastern Michigan University with the intention of becoming a high school English teacher. In 1966, he earned a BA in English and, as an ROTC graduate, a commission as second lieutenant in the U.S. Army.

Pete traveled to Oregon in 1968 to be near his high school sweetheart and enrolled at the University of Oregon, earning a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. Pete and his sweetheart, Chilton, married before he left for Vietnam in 1969 to serve as a Medical Service Officer in the 4th Medical Battalion. Following his honorable discharge in 1971, Pete joined the Vietnam Veterans Against the War (VVAW).

The newlyweds returned to Oregon from California in 1971, when he accepted a teaching position at Lane Community College, initially in speech and communication and later in journalism. The following year, Pete earned a second master's degree in journalism from the UO. At LCC, Pete developed a penchant for teaching media law. He loved teaching and serving as advisor to the student newspaper, The Torch.

After 32 years, Pete retired from LCC. But it wasn't long before he missed the student contact and accepted a position in 2006 coordinating the Charles Snowden Media Internship program at the UO School of Journalism and Communication before retiring a second time in 2014. Pete, a man of many talents, continued to pursue his passions as a writer and thespian, and participated in church choirs and the Eugene Concert Choir.

For over a decade, Pete and I shared an office with about a half-dozen j-school instructors in the UO SOJC. Dubbed "The Biullpen," our office was a lively, action-packed venue, with students coming and going at all times of the day. Because of Pete's seniority compared to the rest of us, we designated Pete as "The Boss." He loved it. Pete was one of the kindest, most respectful people I have ever met.

Pete was exceedingly polite in an old-school sort of way, yet he also had a wily sense of humor that everyone loved. When we all temporarily moved to the UO Annex during a major remodel of Allen Hall, Pete chose the desk farthest way from mine. "Sorry, John, but your voice projects to the back row," he quipped with a wry smile. Pete Peterson was a gentleman, a scholar and a classy individual. I will remember him fondly.

Kamikaze Krazies

Editor's note: This post is part of a continuing series of stories on the ongoing demise of the Pac-12 Conference.

Enrolling at the University of Oregon in the early 1970s, I immersed myself into campus culture. In those days, the Duck football team was in a major swoon, with more losses than wins. Coaches came and went frequently, and attendance was dismal. But long before the football team became a national brand, UO garnered notoriety for its crazy men's basketball program.

In those days, student tickets to basketball games were distributed through a lottery. Because I had enrolled as a student at the beginning of a winter quarter, I missed out, and I was bummed. The UO basketball team -- known as the "Kamikaze Kids" for their dive-on-the-floor mentality inspired by their coach, Dick Harter -- was the hottest ticket in town.

In his book "Shooting Ducks," legendary Duck coach Howard Hobson described how the team acquired its nickname: "Wichita coach Harry Miller barked out the catchword that would characterize this era of Webfoot basketball. The veteran Miller's Wichita Shockers had just lost to the Ducks that opening week of the 1972-73 season, and by 20 points."

Hobson quoted Miller thusly: "They play more aggressively than kamikaze pilots did during World War II. I have never seen a basketball team go after you like that." The "kamikaze" label stuck, and these Ducks -- led by legendary Ronnie Lee (bottom photo) -- won. The team became so popular that students would camp out overnight at McArthur Court to see a game.

One day, an old girlfriend called. "I must go to home to Portland this weekend," she began. "Do you want my tickets to the Duck basketball game?" "Hell, yes!" I replied. "Who are we playing?" "UCLA," came her reply. "Oh, boy!" I thought to myself. Camping out with other students the night before the game, I had prime seats on the floor in the student section.

UCLA came into Mac Court coached by one of the very best of all time in any sport, John Wooden. The Bruins had defeated the Ducks the week before in Westwood, 84-66. After the game, local media noted that the Kamikaze Kids were "foolishly tenacious." Unfortunately for UCLA, they would be playing this game in a building full of loud, taunting Kamikaze Krazies.

The scene was intense. The crowd was deafening. The scoreboard swayed as the Kamikaze Kids overcame an early deficit to win 56-51 in a game that defied expectations. The experience left a deep impression of those in attendance, including yours truly. I became a true believer in Duck basketball and their rough-and-tumble style of play.

Through The Camera Lens

When reviewing the roll from my Canon EOS 60D for 2023, a number of shots stood out. My favorite was the lunar perigee (supermoon), the moon's closet point to the Earth on August 30, utilizing a 70-200 millimeter zoom lens. The event happened to be the second full moon of the month, known more commonly as a "blue moon," on a warm summer evening.

In late April, I made the sojourn to our place in Plain, Washington for a bit of spring cleaning. While I was there, I stopped by the Lake Wenatchee airstrip, where I spent many days coming and going on firefighting assignments. Snapped this image in late afternoon of Dirtyface Peak, elevation 6,240, looming darkly more 4,000 feet above the airstrip.

En route to a wilderness ranger reunion at the Owl Conservatory late summer, I detoured into the old mining village of Liberty. Walking though the townsite with my camera, it became clear I was in hostile territory. One resident emerged from his home, which was festooned with a giant "Trump" flag. He eyed me suspiciously and, taking the hint, I skeedaddled northbound.

In November, I traveled as professional advisor with the University of Oregon Chapter of PRSSA for a professional development tour in my hometown of Portland and caught this shot of downtown on a sunny fall day in the Lloyd District on the lower east side of the Willamette. The Bonneville Power Administration Headquarter's Building is in the foreground.

After lifesaving surgery to remove her spleen in May, our 11-year-old golden retriever, Moxie, traveled with us to Lake Wenatchee. We attended the penultimate party of a longstanding tradition hosted by friends and neighbors, Steve and Teri Zimmerman in Shugart Flats. Temperatures reached 100 degrees, so Moxie cooled off (above) in Lake Wenatchee.

Duck Dynasty

My association with University of Oregon athletics dates back to the 1960s, when the Ducks would play one of their big games of the year at Multnomah Stadium in Portland, usually against the University of Washington, Oregon State University or the University of Southern California. Occasionally, my Dad would take me to a Duck game at Hayward Field in Eugene.

Both my Dad and my Mom had attended the University of Oregon in the late 40s, though both completed their college careers in Portland at the University of Portland and Marylhurst College respectively. My Mom moved back home to attend her sick father and my Dad found UP to be a better fit for his career as a high school science teacher.

When it came time to decide on a college, I considered such out-of-state journalism schools as the University of Missouri and Northwestern University, and came close to choosing the University of Colorado like my cousins. But due to economics and the fact that UO had one of the finest journalism schools in the country, I chose to stay in-state and moved to Eugene.

When I arrived at UO, Jerry Frei was the UO football coach, having succeeded the legendary Len Casanova (below) in 1967. Frei had been offensive line coach for Casanova, who had become the winningest Duck mentor of all time. When I (finally) graduated, Oregon had cycled through three more coaches. In short, the team struggled during my college career.

As I departed Eugene following graduation, a billboard on Franklin Boulevard announced: "The Dawning of a New Era" with a picture of Rich Brooks, formerly a coach and player at Oregon State University. For my five and a half years at UO, the school had four coaches. But soon, the Ducks saw progress, with winning seasons in 1978 and 1979.

When I returned to attend graduate school at UO in 1981-82 and 1982-83, the team relapsed into its old losing ways, precipitated by a pay-for-credit scandal, an illicit travel fund, and sexual abuse and misuse of phone cards charges against several players. The team was placed on probation for two years, and Coach Brooks tendered his resignation.

But then-UO President William Boyd refused his resignation and instead fired Athletic Director John Caine. The dark ages lasted for two years, culminating in a dismal 0-0 tie against Oregon State University. Dubbed the "Toilet Bowl," the game featured 11 turnovers and no scoring in a wild monsoon during the wettest year on record in Oregon. It was hard to watch.

In those days, 15-20,000 fans would attend Duck football games in the 43,000-seat stadium, and the place seemed empty. A few of us diehards could take up a whole row and have our feet propped on the row below and our elbows spread on the row above. "Do you think we'll ever go to a bowl game?" asked a friend. "No," I replied, "but if we do, we're going."

At one point, an Oregonian sports columnist critical of the University of Oregon for extending the contract of Coach Brooks wrote: "The fact is, both (Oregon and Oregon State) play in a league they can never -- NEVER -- hope to win. Brooks has become the symbol of it -- the Maharajah of Mediocrity, if you will. Why not consider playing at a (lower) level."

Then, in 1984, the Ducks recruited a local quarterback from Sheldon High School, Chris Miller, and along with a stout defense, started winning games. They stunned mighty UCLA in the Rose Bowl, 20-18. In 1985, the team found its way to a winning season. With Miller on to the NFL in 1986, Duck fans were ambivalent, and many feared another relapse.

But during the spring football game in 1987, a young freshman named Bill Musgrave emerged at quarterback, and after the Ducks won back-to-back home games against the Washington Huskies and USC Trojans, he helped turn the program around. In 1989, Musgrave let the Ducks to a 7-4 record and its first bowl game in 26 years in Shreveport, Louisiana.

Soon, I heard from my buddy. "We're going," he announced. It was short notice, but with help, we put together a package and were off to Louisiana. Stopping in Denver to change planes, we shuddered when we saw crews de-icing the jet with a pink substance, but soon took off for Houston. Fnding other Duck fans in the Houston airport bar, we joined them for a beer.

One inebriated Duck fan, clearly out of control, spouted off to a server and drew the manager's wrath. It wasn't long before the whole group of us was exiled from the bar by the management. As we left, the drunk Duck fan fired off one final salvo: "Fuck Houston!" he exclaimed with more than a hint of disgust. That phrase became our battle cry for the rest of our sojourn.

Arriving in Shreveport, the weather was freezing cold. We found a bar called "Fatso's Sports Bistro" and holed up until game time. At kickoff, the temperature was 10 degrees Fahrenheit. At halftime, the Fighting Ducks were down by two touchdowns. The situation looked grim.

Then, Bill Musgrave went to work. First, he connected with Tony Hargain in the end zone, and after a defensive stop, methodically moved the team down the field, running in the tying score himself. With minutes left in the game, kicker Gregg McCallum booted a game winning field goal and the Ducks defeated the University of Tulsa Golden Hurricane 27-24.

Afterward, temperatures hovered at 0 degrees Fahrenheit. My friend, looking at me with a sense of relief, notes: "How 'bout them Ducks?" Delirious fans stormed the field at Independence Stadium and slapped shoulder pads with Duck players and shook hands with coaches. From then on, our mantra became: "Fuck Houston. And how 'bout them Ducks?"

The next season, the team -- again led by Musgrave in his senior year -- finished 8-3 and were invited to the Freedom Bowl in Anaheim, a West Coast bowl that promised fun in the sun. This time, Duck fans flocked to the game by the thousands and, besides the game, the kids enjoyed the game's close proximity to Disneyland at Christmas.

The uptick would lead to more success for Oregon football, but the rise to the top would be ever-so-gradual. In 1994, Musgrave's successor Danny O'Neil, and another tough defense known as "Gang Green" would lead the team through the gauntlet of Pac-10 play. The watershed moment of the season would come against the #4 Washington Huskies.

The game was close, with the Ducks leading at halftime, 14-10. But as they have done before, the Huskies roared back to take the lead when freshman cornerback named Kenny Wheaton intercepted a sure Husky touchdown pass and ran it back for a pick-six to seal the game, sending the Ducks to their first Rose Bowl since 1958. Excited Duck fans from around the country flocked to Pasadena, California to see the team play #2-ranked Penn State.

After that "Dream Season," Coach Brooks resigned to take a head coaching position in the NFL and handed the reins over to Mike Bellotti, the team's offensive coordinator. But Duck football didn't miss a beat. Bowl games became the norm, with the team playing at various times in the Cotton Bowl, the Las Vegas Bowl, the Aloha Bowl, the Sun Bowl and the Seattle Bowl.

In 2000, the Ducks finished in a three-way tie for first place in the Pac-10 with the Washington Huskies and the Oregon State Beavers. They were invited to the Holiday Bowl in San Diego, the best bowl venue since the Rose Boal in 1994. Led by quarterback and future Heisman candidate Joey Harrington, the Ducks edged the mighty Texas Longhorns, 35-30.

The next season proved to be the apex of the team's gradual climb into the top echelons of college football. Again led by Joey Harrington, the Ducks won but had a number of close calls along the way. Ultimately, the Ducks were tripped up by the Stanford Cardinal to finish the regular season 10-1, good enough to be considered for the national championship game.

Unfortunately, the University of Miami had finished its season undefeated at sat at #1 in the polls. So the decision came down to BCS computers, which didn't weigh later games any more heavily that earlier games, and one-loss No. 4 Nebraska came out ahead of two-loss No. 3 Colorado and one-loss No. 2 Oregon. Nebraska would play Miami in the Rose Bowl.

The Ducks were relegated to the Fiesta Bowl for a game against the University of Colorado Buffaloes, which had beaten Nebraska in the Big-12 championship game. The Buffs would be favored agains the higher ranked Ducks. Instead, Joey Harrington, Maurice Morris, Onterrio Smith, Keenan Howry, Jamie Parker and a stout defense stomped Colorado, 38-16.

That season would go down as one of the best in Oregon football history, but there was more to come. The Ducks continued to be successful. In 2009, they returned to the Rose Bowl but lost to Ohio State. The next season, the team went undefeated and played in the national championship game, losing a tight contest to Auburn University, 22-19.

The next year, the Ducks retuned to the Rose Bowl. This time, they would not be denied, beating the University of Wisconsin, 45-38. In 2014, the team played in the BCS national championship series and won the Rose Bowl again in the semi-final game against Florida State, 59-20. University of Oregon quarterback Marcus Mariota won the Heisman Trophy.

The Ducks won another Rose Bowl against Wisconsin guided by future NFL quarterback Justin Herbert and have now been to bowl games in 20 of the last 21 years. The team traveled far from the "sad sack" days of the 1980s and the infamous "Toilet Bowl" (the last recorded scoreless tie in college football history) to establish a dynasty that continues to this day.

But now, sadly, the Pac-12 has come to an end, terminating the 108-year history of the conference. The trouble began with UCLA and University of Southern California becoming the first teams to leave the Pac-12 conference, announcing in summer 2022 that they would jump to the Big Ten in 2024. Soon, other members of the conference rushed for the exits.

The University of Washington and University of Oregon joined the LA schools in the Big 10 and Colorado, Utah, Arizona and ASU then fled to the Big 12, thereby decimating the Pac-12 Conference and leaving Oregon State and Washington State behind. Even Cal and Stanford left the conference in a head-scratching move to join the Atlantic Coast Conference.

Yet conference realignment is only part of the college football’s transmutation. The creation of the “transfer portal” and the ability to pay college players through “name, image and likeness” endorsement deals have also brought us to this new world of college sports. Through the transfer portal, college players can more easily seek transfers.

NIL money isn’t always the reason for a transfer, but with top college players, especially quarterbacks, it is the primary motivation. Throughout this past season, media pundits highlighted the irony of the 108-year-old Pac-12 being so stacked with talent in its final year. But the volume of top-level players in the conference should surprise no one.

Many have written about how a decimated Pac-12 will affect coaches and staff and “student athletes.” But what of the millions of people who have invested years as fans? These followers of college football understand that it was often less about Oregon State beating Washington or Washington State beating Oregon than their connection as fans. 

So as the UO and other Pac-12 schools move into the brave new world of college sports, there's a palpable sense of shared grief over all that's been lost. Many will try to cling to those traditions that can still be saved and continue to be savored by fans. One thing is for sure, once a Duck, always a Duck (or Beaver, Husky or Cougar, depending on affiliation).

Pigskin Provenance

While it's true that the Pac-12 Conference can claim bloodlines between most member participants since the Pacific Coast Conference formed in 1916 (charter members Cal, UO, OSU, UW, WSU, Stanford, USC and UCLA), it's also accurate to note that before and during that time, many Pac-12 member schools were either independent or a member of the American Association of Western Universities (1959-64).

The Pac-8 Conference was officially recognized in 1964 with all the original members of the Pacific Coast Conference. Arizona and Arizona State University were eventually added, making the league the Pac-10 in the late 70s, followed by Colorado and Utah in 2011 to become the Pac-12. Unfortunately for its members, Pac-12 leadership was ill-prepared to lead its institutions in a high-stakes gamble with Big Television.

Bottom line? Four Pac-12 teams move to the Big 10 (UO, UW, USC, UCLA, four more teams bolt for the Big 12 (UA, ASU, Utah and Colorado), and two institutions -- OSU and WSU -- are left holding the bag. The transformation is not sitting well with many in the Northwest, although some have come to accept the inevitability of changing times in college football. It is truly sad that the West Coast's lone power conference is dissolving.
 

End Of An Epoch

The response on the West Coast to the ongoing demise of the Pac-12 Conference in 2024 has ranged from dismaying and disheartening to dispiriting and distressing for universities, alumni, students and fans of conference members, who are left to suffer the consequences of moving ahead into the new environment or risk being left behind in a situation ruled by an indifferent sports world focused on bottom lines.

Who's to blame? ESPN, Fox Sports and their controlling interests, certainly. The National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) which for years has functioned as a shill for Big Sports, bears some responsibility. Yet the Pac-12 Conference leadership itself is primarily responsible for the collapse of the conference. Meanwhile, universities, state legislatures, alumni and fans must weather the loss of history and tradition.

Pac-12 fans are saddened by losing of longtime traditions and rivalries. "It is indeed a dark day in the Pac-12," said one. "A sad and pathetic state of affairs," said another. Yet, I'm reminded of the line from a character in Deconstructing Harry: "Tradition is the illusion of permanence." Needless to say, I'll be rooting for the Washington Huskies to win it all, just to thumb our collective noses at the blue bloods of college football.

(Editor's Note: This is the first of series of posts addressing the ongoing seismic shift in the fabric of college athletics.)