One day, we decided to ride up to visit one of our competitors, Heirloom Roses, a boutique rose nursery about seventy miles north, in Marion County, Oregon. It's always more fun to take the back roads rather than the freeways. I remember heading north of Salem somewhere near the town of Brooks, when I noticed in my rear view mirror that Paul had dropped back and was pulling over. I pulled over and watched him turn around. Confused, I did the same and caught up with him as he stopped on the roadside.
We rode around the area for an hour, with Paul stopping several times to examine examples of feral roadside roses. Each example was different. It was easy to see that county road maintenance periodically sprayed herbicides, but never the less, the roses persisted. We ate our packed lunches on the roadside and Paul told me of a Catholic priest known for rose breeding that had lived in Oregon in the early 1900s. Before we remounted the bikes, the leftover plastic bags from our lunch served to protect the cuttings that Paul harvested. We didn't know it at the time, but we were about two miles from where the priest lived.
Kalapuya tribe and homesteaders. In his pastoral duties around his huge sparsely populated parish, was amazed by the fertile abundance of the Willamette Valley.
Father Schoener was a citizen scientist taken with the new and remarkable theories of genetics by another Catholic priest of the previous century, Gregor Mendel. He set to expand the Mendelian theory with work in his own garden in the abundance of Oregon. He worked with many types of plants, but became famous for his work in roses. Fascinated by the abundance of wild roses, he started cross breeding, keeping careful records of his work. He collected hundreds of roses, both wild and cultured. The era's foremost English rosarian, E A Wilmott, sent Father Schoener a thousand plants of roses collected "gathered from under every sky by the explorers" of the British Empire. It was even said that he was attempting to cross breed apples and roses to create an edible rose
I can find only passing references to such a garden ever coming to fruition in Portland. The existing park bearing the name "McKenna Park" is less than half the size than the ten acres supposedly allotted to the priest's project.
Only a couple years later, Father Schoener was invited to Santa Barbara, California where he restarted his work and stayed for twenty years. Financial considerations eventually brought him to the University of Santa Clara, but his five thousand roses didn't get to move with him. Never flourishing at the University, he died 1941.
After dinner we walked back along the road to look. Sure enough, thirty feet off the ground hung a pink rose. Closer examination revealed many blooms lower to the ground. Paul didn't know what it was, but, of course, was ready with secateurs and plastic bags for cuttings.
Roses are like trees, they can live for hundreds of years. We're preparing for some future generation to discover these roses.
That's when we officially became the Rose Rustling Bikers.