Stories from the high desert.
Dispatches from Sisters, Oregon — the folks, festivals, food, trails, and quiet corners that make this town feel like nowhere else. New stories added regularly, reported and photographed from a front porch on Cascade Avenue.
The morning the town turns into a quilt
For one Saturday in July, every shopfront, fence, and barn wall in downtown Sisters becomes a canvas for 1,300 hand-stitched quilts. We followed a hanging crew at 5am.
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85 years of dust: a Saturday at the Sisters Rodeo
When the chute opens, eight seconds is forever. Behind the scenes at the only rodeo in America where the announcer still calls names from a coffee-stained legal pad.
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Following the Metolius, a river that begins from nothing
It springs full-grown from the base of Black Butte, cold and impossibly blue. A 20-minute drive from town gets you to a fly-fishing cathedral that doesn’t quite feel of this world.
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How a fabric store became the soul of a town
The Stitchin’ Post opened on Hood Avenue in 1975. Half a century later it’s still the gravitational center of Sisters. A conversation with Jean and Valori about staying put when staying put isn’t easy.
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The case for a Sisters winter
Summer gets the postcards. But January in Sisters is when the locals get the trails back. Snowshoeing the Peterson Ridge, the secret backcountry hut at Three Creek Lake, and where to defrost after.
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