The Columbia River Gorge, 7/13/07

We left the cool misty coast behind us and headed inland for The Columbia River Gorge. Our trip included a drive-thru Portland, but we didn’t make any stops in the actual city. (Perhaps I’ll get that opportunity managing a BCI show there sometime – who knows?) Our goal was to find a campsite, any campsite along historic Highway 30 or as close to it as we could get. After several trial and errors (campsites either full or me being too picky) we final settled on Viento State Park on the Columbia River. It’s not much more than a wide spot squeezed between the highway and the river, (with a very busy railroad track in between) but it’ll be a good home base for all the activities we want to pursue. There’s so much to do here we didn’t know what to do first! After checking out the windsurfers at the river, we hopped once again into trusty Winnie and explored the Historic Columbia River Highway, “where history, bounty and scenic beauty meet.” It’s almost overwhelming taking in the rich history of Lewis & Clark, thick forests, the scenic Columbia River all with Mt. Hood as a backdrop. The Old Highway meanders thru lush, verdant forest with breathtaking waterfalls dotted alongside the road. We visited several of them, including the most famous, Multnomah Falls. It’s the 2nd tallest waterfall in the U.S., cascading 600 ft. in the upper falls and 50 ft. in the lower falls. We hiked up to the stone bridge and really enjoyed the refreshing breeze and a close-up look of the falls. In all there are about 8 falls along the road, each uniquely spectacular. I think my favorite was Wahkeena Falls – it poured over all these boulders into a wonderful creek. Sweet. Just when you thought nothing could be better than this, we continued the drive to Crown Point and, wow, the whole gorge lay before us. Talk about drop dead gorge-ous (another intended stupid pun). It’s the closest thing I’ve ever seen to Yosemite Valley – not quite sure how else to describe it. At Crown Point is the Vista House, a 1921 building (I think), complete with stained glass windows & an observatory. It is located on a 733 foot sheer cliff overlooking the Columbia River. (See photo above, sadly I didn’t do the picture justice but you get the idea). We got back to the campsite at about 8ish, and I guess I should quit sipping my red wine and writing this blog. Ned’s putting a pork loin on the barbie and I’m supposed to make the salad. Tomorrow brings a 2 hour brunch tour on the paddleboat Sternwheeler with an historic commentary of Lewis & Clark’s expedition. After that we can’t decide between an 11 mile bike ride on the historic highway 30 – thru tunnels and over bridges or “The Fruit Loop” a 35 mile scenic drive through orchards, farmlands and charming little towns in the Hood River area. (If I was Josh I’d probably bike the 35 mile scenic loop, but…I’m pushing 50 and pleading old.) p.s. Megan enjoy the golf lesson tomorrow – I’m counting on you to kick Popy’s butt. Hey Eric - maybe we should recruit her for the Turkey Shoot!

Fort Stevens, North Coast Oregon, 7/12/07

We pulled out relatively early (for us in vacation mode) and once again headed North on 101. Our plan was to hit the Tillamook cheese factory at noonish. (Considering we were only about 70 miles away one would think this wouldn’t be too difficult). We veered off 101 to do the Scenic Three Cape Loop, but other than that stay focused on our quest for Cheddar Heaven. When mere mortals take the self-tour of the factory they see only packaging lines and hear obscure data about cheese. I knew I was in for a treat being with a manufacturing plant/food science expert – not to mention son of a dairyman. As expected, the tour was so-so (kinda cheesy – pun intended) but Ned made it so much more entertaining and interesting. It was also fun comparing it to the cheese factory we toured last October near Ferndale. We sampled cheese and also felt obliged to taste the Tillamook ice cream too;-) Marionberry for me and Wild Mountain Blackberry for Ned. We continued to meander through various villages and I really enjoyed seeing Cannon Beach. It’s the closest thing to Carmel on the Oregon Coast. Everything else has been working fishing villages or industrial towns. We also noticed that the closer to Portland we came, the harder it was getting a campground. We were shooting for a mid afternoon arrival at Ft. Stevens Campground located at the farthest Northwestern tip of Oregon. Fortunately, we got one of only 6 left. (Not bad considering this campground has close to 500 campsites!). We weren’t too sure of what to expect, but imagined camping in a grassy field within 2 ft. of 500 RV’s! Once again we were very pleasantly surprised. Our campsite isn’t as snug and cozy as the others, but we are very impressed with the history and incredible biking trails. (We biked through lush mixed conifer and broad leaf forest, over bridges & creeks.) We spent the afternoon visiting the Ft. Stevens Museum, viewing the battlegrounds and various batteries (including Russell Battery), touring the sunken Peter Iredale ship and biking for miles and miles in the woods between all the places. One of the most fascinating things I learned was that during WW II Japan launched 6000 Fugo balloons (paper balloons carrying incendiary bombs) towards the U.S. 1000 balloons actually made it to the States, but only about 100 have been located (in Michigan, Texas, California, Montana, Iowa, etc.) or known to have exploded. The only casualties were a minister’s wife and her 6 children on a Sunday outing. (They think one of the kids kicked the downed balloon). The U.S. Govt. forbade the press to publish any information about the balloons for fear of causing panic among the citizens. Makes you wonder where those other 900 or so balloons are?! (Note to self –google Fugo balloons when I get back home and do a little further research on this bizarre piece of history). We have no idea what tomorrow will bring now that we’ve reached the Northern Coast. We are thinking of exploring the Columbian Gorge and then maybe heading down thru the Willamette Valley (I hear they have some good wines) – but who knows what will catch our eye along the way.

Beverly Beach State Park, Newport, Oregon 7/11

We had another pokey day at the campsite before heading out. We decided to go inland a bit and see the “out of the way” Silver and Golden Falls State Park. This was a very scenic drive along, thru a valley amongst groves of Myrtle trees. The only rather sad thing was that it was mainly populated by dilapidated trailer homes and “hillbilly” looking places. There were a lot of abandoned pick-up trucks and junk strewn all around. At one point we came upon a completely stripped down motor home – by strip-down I mean the aluminum siding had been totally removed and all the “guts” were showing! The feeling you had was that you were definitely in an alternative lifestyle (ahem). We finally made it to the State Park, the last 5 or 6 miles was gravel road and the majority of the way was a one lane road. We knew we were there because the road just stopped. There was a sign that pointed left to Silver Falls and right to Golden Falls. We were the only car there. (I must admit the movie Deliverance was playing in my mind). We packed a picnic lunch and headed for Silver Falls first. It was really only a short hike and we were not disappointed in the falls. The water poured over a bowed out rock cliff and some of it dissipated into mist part of the way down. There was another smaller falls towards the bottom. Inspired by this falls we decided to hike back to the Winniemobile, do a quick check on our stuff (believe me this area was creeping me out) and then we headed over to Golden Falls. The trail was overgrown and in some spots the vegetation was over my head. We joked that we needed a machete to get through it. (Ned was cracking me up doing his imitation of Juan Valdez hacking thru the coffee bushes). Not too far along, we soon came upon Golden Falls. Even though it was higher than the other falls, it was more a more typical waterfall in that the water dropped straight down. Quite lovely nonetheless! We decided this was as good a place as any for a picnic lunch and thoroughly enjoyed the warm afternoon near the falls. We eventually packed up and backtracked to the coast and begun our way north again. We had fun stopping at stupid places along the way, like the “Yum-Yum Wagon.” I got some local cherries – I was inspired by the blueberries we had picked up yesterday from a blueberry farm! Ned, went totally local on me and was deciding between the Elk or Buffalo jerky. Mr. Mountain man finally decided upon the buffalo jerky…We also stopped at the Sand Dunes National Park. Pretty interesting stuff, but I’m more of a forest and woods girl myself. We pulled into a State Park campground, found out it was full and headed up the road a bit. Finally, outside of Newport we were able to find another sweet campsite at Beverly Beach State Park. Yep, still impressed with the beauty of Oregon’s State Parks. I’ve decided that the state spends all their money on campsites, toilets and showers and foregoes the roads. Sounds like a fair trade-off to me!

Sunset State Beach, Charleston 7/10

Okay – before I begin writing about our trip today, I just gotta comment on the State Parks in Oregon. OH MY GOD! Complete nirvana. They have it all over California State Parks. For $17 you get a great campsite, flush toilets and get this – unlimited hot showers!!! Ned and I have a small fortune in quarters that we carry in a little box. We are so used to California State Parks that basically give you 2, or maybe if you are lucky, 3 minutes for .50. Here – unlimited hot water. The showers are also pristine clean, nicely tiled and completely private. Did I mention that Ca. State Parks cost about $25 to $30 dollars a night?! Also, we noticed that the Oregon Coast campsites have been raked, some have hand built rock retaining walls and ours has a beautifully, rather large azalea bush among lots of other vegetation. I rest my case…(Note to self: begin a new list of rating State Parks, particularly bathrooms and showers. Should be interesting when we get to Louisiana). We spent a leisurely morning at the campsite before heading up the coast. As we began our drive it was a bit foggy and a little chilly (62°) so we decided to pull into Gold Coast Bean and Bookstore. Anyone who knows me, knows I’m addicted to bookstores! We had a cuppa and browsed thru the local Oregon books. We then continued up the coast, stopping at some State Parks along the way. (I was determined to keep checking out the conditions of the showers – my new obsession). We went by Humbug Mountain, the Oregon Coast’s highest peak, really lush and green right up against the highway. Our next stop was the historic Hughes House. The info we had said it was closed on Tuesdays, but we decided it would be fun to check it out anyone. Much to our surprise, it was opened! It was built in 1898 by an Irish family that eventually had 100 acres of dairy farm. Spectacular home especially when you consider how bleak and remote this place is. Down the road was the Cape Blanco Light House (Oregon’s oldest and highest) so we decided to check it out too. WOW! I had never been inside a lighthouse and this was a pretty interesting one to check out. Cape Blanco point (where the lighthouse is located) is the westernmost point in the contiguous U.S. (or so they claim). We were able to venture inside the lighthouse and go clear to the top – right next to the fresnel lens. I am terrified of heights so it was a bit scary to climb, round and round and round to the top and then take a steep ladder to the lens. (Check out photo above). The view was spectacular and it was equally interesting to hear about the history of this lighthouse from the local docent. Only 5 people at a time are allowed on the tour and as luck would have it – there was an older gentleman who was on our tour, who happened to have the “honor” of cleaning the lens decades ago. The docent said that a Coast Guard “specialist” arrives every 90 days for the cleaning. The older gentlemen kinda chuckled, and then said that “back then if you were in the doghouse while serving in the Coast Guard your punishment was cleaning the lens. I had that distinguished honor.” Cute. By this time it was late afternoon and we were getting hungry. We thought it would be fun to explore the fishing village of Bandon (or as Ned called it, A-Bandon). Quaint little village. We finally decided on some fish and chips at Bandon’s Fish Market. Afterwards, we thought we should start scouting out a State Park to stay in for the night. We settled on Sunset Beach State Park in Charleston. What an incredible find! Turns out we got the last camping spot of the night. Once again, it’s pretty sweet. We are up against a mountain and completely surrounded by ferns. We parked the Eurovan and within 5 minutes jumped on our bikes and headed to the beach. Really, really beautiful little cove. We found out that we were a couple of miles away from Shore Acres State Park botanical gardens. It was one of the places we were interested in seeing, but had no idea we were so close. We decided to bike on over (actually up!) and check it out. Fortunately for us, the Gardens are open until 9 pm. Again, another big “wow” of the day. I don’t know what was more fun, the path through the woods to get there or the actual gardens. We stopped along the way and took tons of photos from the cliffs looking down on another lighthouse, the wild coast and evening light thru the trees. I’ve decided this is the trip of a lifetime. Just when I think things can’t possibly get any better – they do. Lucky me.

Harris Beach State Park, Southern Coast Oregon - 7/9/07

We pulled out of Klamath Falls and headed over to Ashland this morning. The drive on Highway 66 completely surprised us. We were expecting typical Southern Oregon conditions (rolling hills, farm country), but instead we were in mountainous terrain heading over several passes. We had a great view crossing the Klamath River, it was mirror flat and glassy. When we reached Ashland, we decided to do a bike ride checking out Lithia Park and the surrounding area. It turned out that none of the plays are going on Monday night so we decided to blow this town and return later on our trip back. We did stop at a cute walk-up coffee bar and have time for a mid-morning muffin and coffee break – nice! Ned mentioned how beautiful the Applegate Valley area was so we decided to check it out and eventually catch up with Highway 199. We had a great drive thru Jacksonville, Applegate and Williams – and this is where the adventure began. Years ago Ned stayed with some friends near Williams and he wanted to see if we could find the place. In the process we ended up on road that appeared to be a shortcut toward the Oregon Caves National Monument. Mmm – we wandered around the Siskiyou Mountains on a curvy, scenic asphalt road, expecting it to turn to gravel at any moment. We stopped at a beautiful creek that was pristine and completely idyllic. We only saw two cars the whole trip – one of which was a logging truck parked on the side of the road. We ended up near a place called Lake Selmac – near highway 199, about 8 miles north of where we had hoped to come out. The Lake looked so inviting after our afternoon drive that Ned and I decided to put on the swimsuits and take a dip. (See picture above). We swam out to the dock and hung around this swimming hole for a refreshing afternoon respite. We then took Highway 199 back to California, hung a right at Crescent City and headed up 101 to the Oregon Coast. We pulled in at 5:15 at Harris Beach State Park. Eureka – we made it to the Coast! We got a great campsite on the Oceanside and within 5 minutes of pulling into the campsite, we popped a good bottle of red wine (7Deadly Zins for those who want to know), and brought out the cheese, grapes and French bread. Turns out this campsite has hot showers, flush toilets and wifi. Oh be still my beating heart. (Sorry Josh, not exactly roughing it in the backcountry, but boy is this living). After dinner we took a bike ride around the campsite and down to the ocean. The fog is beginning to roll in – we plan to return in the morning when the view is a little better. For now – we got a fire going, french-press coffee brewing and are ready to settle down for a cozy night. Tomorrow – exploring the Southern Coast.

Tingley Lake Estates

We left Lassen Park at about 8:30 this morning. We were on a quest to heal ourselves at Medicine Lake. (Thanks James and Patti for the tip on this spot). We headed north on 89 (thru Hat Creek) and turned onto Powder Hill Rd. also known as Highway 49. We decided to bypass McCloud on this trip and hit it on the way back home. McCloud happens to be the spot where Popy grew up. I'm lookiing forward to seeing it first hand. It might give us some clues as to why he is who he is. We got to Medicine Lake at about 11:30. The folklore around Medicine Lake is that it will "heal what ails you." Once the center of a volcano, Medicine Lake has no known outlets, yet its water remains crisp and clear. Native Americans believe it has healing powers. I was ready to jump in and become 20 years younger (okay maybe just heal the mosquito bites). Ned said that if he jumped in he would be worried that I might vanish., i.e. I am what ails him. (isn't he the funny one). It turned out that Medicine Lake was a bit breezy and much too cold for me to do much more than dip my toes in. It was also overrun with Sunday Bubbas in power boats, houseboats, catyaks, and jet skis. So much for our spiritual experience. We then decided to backtrack a few miles and head to Glass Mountain. We had to venture down a washboard dirt road for 6 or so miles. However, we were not disappointed! Imagine a 4200 acre glass flow created when glassy dacite and rhyolitic obsidian flowed from the same vent without mixing. We stopped by the glass mountain and did some exploring and picking of obsidian rocks. Very cool! (We brought back one for you too James & Patti). However, our biggest surprise was venturing farther down the dirt road and coming upon the most spectacular view of the Modoc Valley, Cascade Mountain Range, and Lava Beds framed by the brightest green noble firs we had ever seen. We tried to take some pictures, but it just didn't do it any justice. We then went back to Medicine Lake and followed the "Modoc Volcanic Scenic Byway" signs. Do not be fooled - it was a single lane road that turned into a dirt road for miles and miles. We finally made it to Lava Beds National Monument. (We joked that we would be eating omelettes tonight since we didn't think the eggs made it). After viewing the visitor's center, we did a quick tour of the Lava Beds and Ned explored a cave. (I was too chicken and decided to read up on the local petroglyphs instead). We decided to head for Klamath Falls and call it a night. We fortunately made it to the Oregon Welcome Center just before closing and found out about a "wonderfully delightful quiet campground" close by. Otherwise known as Tingley Lake Estates (see photo above). So, here we are in our favorite little moblile home park campground hosted by Nell and Frank. This place is a hoot. We are the only nomadic residents. We are parked near a little pond which has 110 varieties of birds spotted per year (per Nell). The good news is that we were able to use their hose to wash off our bikes and van, hook-up to electricity and I have pirated someone's wireless. wahoo! We have been invited to use Nell's paddle boat when it "cools off a bit." (It's 8:00 pm and still about 90 degrees). This little bit o' paradise also comes with free showers & flush toilets. We expect to take off e-a-r-l-y! Tomorrow Ashland! Ah to sleep or perchance to dream.

Lassen Volcanic Park – 7/6 - 7/8

We had a beautiful drive today from Nevada City to Lassen. Our original plan was to head up to Reno and then take 395 thru Susanville to Chester and on over to Lassen. However, when we reached 89, just outside of Truckee, Ned thought, hey why not go thru Sierraville so that we could stop at our favorite Mexican Restaurant. Adhering to one of our road rules, meandering encouraged, and also not one to bypass a good meal at Dos Hermanos, 55 minutes into our trip we already changed plans. Everytime we’ve been to Sierraville it has been in the dead of winter with lots of snow and freezing cold. I must admit it was quite pleasant to sit on the porch and enjoy the warm breeze and vibrant flowers. We then headed up 89, thru Quincy to Lake Almanor. By going this route we completely missed Susanville and Westwood, where we were going to bike ride the Bizz Johnson trail. Mmm, oh well, we headed to Lassen Park and decided to do a hike instead. We got to the park and started the Bumpass Hell hike at about 3ish. It was still rather warm, but well worth the hike! The geothermal activity is so strange – boiling lakes, steam vents, mudpots all oozing and stinking out of the earth. The water temperature is thought to be around 240 degrees! (Yes, I have a picture of Ned sticking his hand in one of the streams to test the waters. I was brave enough to take the picture – ahem). The hike back was gorgeous with great views of the surrounding areas, the late afternoon light on the adjacent mountains, and it had cooled off with a nice light breeze. Our first night we camped at Manzanita Lake and were quite surprised by the nice camp spot we had reserved. Despite being a relatively full campground, our spot was secluded, well shaded and very quiet. The big question is what activity for Saturday? Go on a hike, relax around the campground, bike ride? I’m taunted with Mt. Lassen Peak beckoning to us “climb me, climb me”. Mmm, what’s a girl to do...