August 10, 2007

August 10, 2007

We are still on Chicago time so we rise early, stop at the local grocery to stock our trip, and head east on I90. It is chilly, but a nice break from the heat and humidity torturing the Midwest. From Seattle we head up into the pine forested Cascade Mountain range. Along the way we pullover at a rest stop where we learn that George McClellan as a young army officer surveyed this pass over the mountains. Many of the Civil War names had spent their early careers in the West either fighting Indians or scouting unknown territory.

Descending from the Cascades we enter Washington State’s eastern half. Rain clouds must never make it past the mountains, as this area is a sagebrush desert landscape. We had planned on driving to Grand Coulee today but we stopped along the way at Gingko Petrified Forest State Park in Vantage, WA. I couldn’t pass up a fossil site! Good thing as it was pretty interesting. The visitor center was small and poorly staffed but very informative nonetheless. Gingkoes and I go way back. My father loved trees and had what seemed like one of everything in our yard including four gingko trees. I just thought gingko was another common yard tree. It turns out Gingkoes are a primeval tree that had gone extinct in North America and would have disappeared from the planet except for the Chinese who cultivated the tree in their gardens for medicinal and religious purposes. The gingko is one of the few trees that have separate male and female versions.

Gingko leaf fossils are common but this park is the only place in the world where its petrified wood has ever been discovered. Fourteen million years ago this area was a temperate forest with a lot of volcanic activity. A volcano blast must have knocked trees down and then quickly buried them under a massive lava flow. The trees rather than decaying became mineralized. Erosion by the Columbia River is now exposing these once-buried fossils. After touring the visitor center and watching their film we hike a trail that winds thru these barren hills past petrified trees that have been partially uncovered. Although the hike is mostly uninteresting we need the exercise and it is a good warm-up for the future.

On the way out of town we stop at a Wild Horse Memorial that Aimee saw on a postcard. It is a set of metal sculptures that sit atop a hill overlooking the Columbia River gorge. We hike to the hilltop for a good view of the area. Afterwards we drive a little further east and get the last spot at a private campground in Ephrata, WA.

August 9, 2007

August 9, 2007

Vacation is over, back to seeing the world. It was a working vacation however. Aimee and I were committed to eliminating one of our two storage units here in Chicago. So most days we spent a couple hours going thru boxes and tossing and donating things we never used in many years. With some pruning and careful repacking we were successful and with a couple days to spare. So we will be a few dollars wealthier every month. We actually made some money too. Aimee got the bright idea to list a couple things on Craig’s List, the on-line garage sale site. She worked it well and she got hard cash for stuff we intended to donate to charity anyway. It was a gold mine for us. Next time I need something I am going to check there first.

We flew back to Seattle bright and early this morning. After retrieving the RV from storage and stowing our gear we headed to Camping World to check the status of our refrigerator part. We got good news and bad news. The part is finally in after six weeks. Unfortunately we can’t get in the shop till August 23. So we are going to do some traveling and circle back here in two weeks. We still need a refrigerator but the cooler and ice didn’t work well for us so we stopped at Wal-Mart and bought a mini-fridge that works on both 12volt and 110 AC. We are spending the night in the Seattle suburb of Issaquah to make sure everything is working well before we hit the road.

July 18, 2007

July 18, 2007

We are back in Itasca, IL getting our lives re-organized. We are committed to cutting back our storage burden here from two to just one unit. That means we have to spend a few hours a day going thru boxes and discarding things we thought might come in handy at some imaginary time in the future. We are also discarding useful items we would prefer to upgrade sooner rather than later. It is a little easier now a year later.

Tonight we are relaxing in Itasca’s central park listening to an oldies band. Unfortunately it is cut short by an incoming thunderstorm. And a thunderstorm it is. The lightning flashes continuously for hours. After watching it from a dry couch for most of the night I get the bright idea to catch one on film. Photographing lightning at night is not for the impatient. Inevitably it flashes where I am not pointing the camera and my trigger finger is tiring of holding the auto focus down in anticipation. But stubborn is my middle name and I finally got one that resembles the throbbing blood vessels in my arms.

July 12, 2007

July 12, 2007

After the 4th holiday festivities, we drove with my parents to their home in Godfrey, IL. I saw an article about the St. Louis Science Museum in one of my father’s AAA travel magazines so Aimee and I went to investigate today. The museum is not big but has tons of hands-on exhibits designed for the younger generation. Fortunately Aimee is married to a big kid.

We spend most of our time in the optical illusion area trying out each of the effects. When we are finished we are bug-eyed and seeing double. Our vision of the world depends on a strange union of our eyes and brains and it is amazing how easy it is to fool our perceptions.

On the drive back, we stopped in downtown Alton to see the new monument for the final Lincoln-Douglas debate that took place here in 1858.

July 4, 2007

July 4, 2007

July 4 is a special day for us. Last year on this date Aimee and I officially went “on the road” in the RV. We returned to the scene of the crime at my sister’s house in suburban Milwaukee, WI to celebrate independence with my relatives.

The village was nice enough to schedule some fireworks to commemorate our one-year anniversary.

June 29, 2007

June 29, 2007

Another chapter in our adventure comes to a close. Our Pacific Coast tour took us over 4000 miles crisscrossing from beach to mountain and back again. A break in Chicago will allow us time to relax, catch up on our mail, plan our next journey and HOPEFULLY let our replacement refrigerator show up. In early August we fly back to Seattle. From there we plan to explore the Mountain Time zone of the US. Till then the author is on vacation.

June 28, 2007

June 28, 2007

We spend the morning packing up, draining all the water, and taking the RV to the storage lot. We catch a cab to the airport and hang out till our planes depart for Chicago. I feel like I was in a comedy skit. I am never in a hurry to board the plane, so when I finally walked up to the jet way with my “group 4” boarding pass, there were only about ten passengers left waiting. Still the ticket agent, who had to be new or really conscientious, went very slowly thru each of the prior seating groups, pausing, looking around, and announcing last call for each one. I had a beer for lunch so I enjoyed the moment.

June 27, 2007

June 27, 2007

We have a free day before our flight out of the Seattle-Tacoma airport, so we decide to visit Mt. Rainier National Park. On the few days when the skies are cloud-free around here, you can’t miss Rainier. It towers over the metropolitan area. Unlike the Rockies that consist of a continuous line of peaks, the Cascades Mountains seem to be fewer in number and more isolated. I am sure this is because of their volcanic origin. We drive around the north side of the park and enter the northeast gate. We proceed up the mountain to the Sunrise Visitor Center for great views of the mountain. Rainier is pretty much a drive-up mountain. It is the fifth oldest national park established in 1899.

We take a look at the exhibits which are mainly about Rainier’s past volcanic activity and the cities most at risk when she blows again.

At 2pm we take the Ranger walk. It is led by an elementary school teacher from Philadelphia who works here during his summer break. On the walk he tells us about his experience climbing Rainier a couple years ago. Using a telescope we spot a line of climbers roped together making the climb. Since Rainier has more snow on its peak than all the rest of the Cascades combined, the trek is over treacherous glaciers where you have to worry about sliding down the mountain or falling thru a crevasse.

After the ranger walk we hike around a little bit. There are still patches of snow on the trails making hiking unpleasant in tennis shoes. Plus we are too early for the fields of mountain wildflowers. After a short while we abandon the mountain, drive back down and stay in an RV park in Puyallup, WA. When we get there we find the park had some unwanted excitement this morning. In most of the metropolitan RV parks there are quite a few “year-round” campers. I think mostly they are construction workers following their work around the country. A propane deliveryman forgot to shut off the electricity and sparked a fire completely gutting one of the “year-rounder’s” Fifth Wheel Trailers. Must have been pretty good fire because it also scorched both his neighbor’s rigs. Nobody was hurt but sadly the owner’s pet dog wasn’t able to escape the blaze.

June 26, 2007

June 26, 2007

From Hoquiam, WA we finish our journey around the Olympic Peninsula ending near the Seattle area. We stop at the local Camping World to check on the status of our refrigerator order. Unfortunately nothing had been ordered yet! We also find a parking spot for the RV at a Public Storage facility because we have flight reservations to the Chicago area on Thursday. We spend the night at a KOA in Kent, WA. Surprisingly one of the more expensive parks, as much as the ones on the East Coast.

June 25, 2007

June 25, 2007

Saturday we saw the snow-capped peaks of Olympic National Park. Our goal today is to circle west seeing the other two ecosystems of the park, the temperate rain forest, and the seashore. The route is quite scenic. The road is lined with fields of Daisy wildflowers. We pass a very pretty Lake Crescent. The water is extremely clear and encircled by rolling hills of evergreen.

We reach the town of Forks and stop at the Tourist Office to use the Internet. Forks is the capital of the logging industry on the Olympic peninsula. Unfortunately the Timber Museum is closed on Mondays and we are too late for the 9am logging tour of the area. After discovering we are from Chicago one of the volunteers drags us on a little nature trail behind the office. He is a retired logging truck driver and tells us all about the trees and plants in the area. Aimee likes the yellow Salmon berries that are growing all along the trail. They taste like blackberries.

On the west side of the Olympic peninsula we drive back into the National Park to visit the Hoh Rain Forest. We join a ranger talk that is starting just as we arrive. This area gets 140 inches of rain a year and the trees grow like they are on steroids. A cross-section of a local tree shows almost quarter-inch growth rings. Western Hemlocks and Sitka Spruces dominate the forest. Most of the trees are dripping with hanging moss. Oddly we are having a sunny day in the rain forest although both of us are wearing raincoats just in case.

We continue our drive around the park, along the ocean, and stop in the town of Hoquiam, WA for the night.

June 24, 2007

June 24, 2007

We got up early this morning and walked down to the pier to catch the first ferry to Victoria, British Columbia. Victoria is on the southern tip of Vancouver Island. The water on the crossing is as smooth as glass and we pull directly into the downtown inner harbor. Victoria must be doing pretty well as the small harbor is ringed with new apartment or condominium buildings.

Since the morning weather is still cool out we decide to first stop at the Royal British Columbia Museum. The travelling Titanic Exhibit happens to be here and I haven’t had a chance to see it yet. We spend about 90 minutes running thru Titanic. I could have spent more time as the presentation was well done. There aren’t really a lot of artifacts but what they have are in very good condition considering that the Titanic was lost 95 years ago on April 15, 1912. They also issue us random passenger identities. Aimee happened to get first class as Margaret Brown, who survived and was forever known as the Unsinkable Molly Brown. I was a little known second-class passenger. I didn’t make it. Many of the unlucky passengers had been booked on other ships but at the last minute transferred to the Titanic because of a coal strike and the resulting shortage of ship fuel. One of the other 1250 lost souls was John Jacob Astor IV. It was his great-grandfather who we learned about four days ago as a mogul in the American fur trade out here and founder of the town of Astoria, OR.

After perusing the Titanic Exhibit we watch the IMAX movie, Titanica. It is about some Russian exploration of the Titanic wreck. It is quite disappointing. Afterwards we sail thru the rest of the museum in record time. The only thing I see of interest is a collection of old Totem poles.

After the museum we walk around the downtown Victoria. Victoria is the capital of British Columbia and is pretty and charming. It looks like it has a very livable downtown. Many of the people we talked to though had an accent and a kind of British mannerism about them. It almost felt like we were in a different country. In the late afternoon we take the ferry back to Port Angeles, WA for the night.

June 23, 2007

June 23, 2007

From Tacoma, WA we head northwest to the Olympic peninsula. Along the way we stop in Sequim, the lavender capital of the US. We are too early. The flowers don’t bloom till later in the summer. We stop anyway and have lunch at a cute retro diner.

A little further west in Port Angeles, we enter Olympic National Park and stop at the Visitor Center. They give us the lay of the land. From there we drive the 17 miles uphill to Hurricane Ridge where we get a view of the Olympic Mountains. Even though they aren’t that high they have a pretty good snow-pack on top of them. It is drizzling and cloudy. Also spring has just come to the mountains and the wildflowers have yet to reach full bloom.

We spend the night in Port Angeles and eat at a pretty good Thai restaurant for dinner.

June 22, 2007

June 22, 2007

On a whim we stop at the Mt St. Helens Washington State Visitor Center we passed by yesterday. Aimee is glad we did, as she likes this one best. It focuses more on the human element of the eruption: from those who barely survived the fury and those who didn’t, to the effects of the ash fallout on the lives of nearby residents.

I don’t remember much about the St. Helens eruption and its aftermath. It happened on May 18, 1980. My mind was not on current events at the time. I had just finished final exams, graduated college and taken off on a short vacation out to the East coast with a friend. It would be a few weeks before I was tossed into the real world, working everyday and watching the news.

The big eruption caused a lot of local damage, but that wasn’t the end of it. St. Helens erupted a few more times in the ensuing months blanketing the region in ash that covered everything, clogged up every car, and shut down most transportation. Even ships in the Columbia River ran aground from silt filling the channel.

The mountain is still in the clouds so we take off north on I-5 towards Seattle. The traffic is pretty heavy most of the way. We stop at a private RV park in the Tacoma area for the evening.

June 21, 2007

June 21, 2007

It is foggy and drizzling this morning. We were going to explore the north coast headlands at Cape Disappointment but the weather is going to make visibility poor. So instead we head inland up the Columbia River towards I-5. There we go north to the exit for Mt. St. Helens Volcanic National Monument. On the road east there are five Visitor Centers. The first one is state. We decide to skip it until this evening. The second one seems to be just a commercial outfit. They do have an interesting compilation of the news stories at the time. Weyerhauser who does most of the logging in the area runs the third. Their attendant suggested we go to the mountain first since the weather is forecasted to get worse. It is not raining here but the clouds are looking ominous. And unfortunately St. Helens’ top is in the clouds.

The drive up follows the Toutle River. It is small and murky with banks that look like volcanic dust. I am surprised after 27 years it is still choked with ash. The end of the line is the Johnston Ridge Observatory. There I find out that the National Forest Service runs this monument and again my National Parks pass doesn’t work here. And the admission price is steep. Despite having another month left on the pass, I am forced to buy the new combined agency pass. I guess I shouldn’t complain as I saved a ton of money with the old pass over the last 11 months.

At the observatory we first listen to a ranger talk about the eruption. The ranger is a young woman who saw the eruption as a girl and was motivated to become a geologist. Now she works here in the summer and in Hawaii Volcano Park in the winter. My kind of job! She gives a very entertaining talk with a series of poster-size photos. Mt. St. Helens used to be the Mt. Fuji of the USA with a perfect snow-capped conical top. It has also been the most active of the Cascade Range volcanoes. The lava at this volcano is very thick and doesn’t flow well. The pressure buildup tends to release explosively. In early 1980 it started acting up and grew a huge magma bulge on its side. An earthquake triggered the bulge to fall off in the largest landslide in recorded history. The landslide filled in the Toutle River valley washing away 26 of 27 bridges across it. With the pressure cap off, Mt St. Helens then blew sideways leveling the forest north for miles. Now the volcano was free to spew ash and poisonous gasses out its stack, which it did for the rest of the day. Primordial Destruction!

Afterwards we watch a movie about the eruption in the observatory theater. It is well designed, for when the show ends, the curtain rises and we see the volcano on display out the window. The top is still in clouds though. We walk a little bit of the trail in the area. Even after 27 years this part is still barren of trees. Patches of beautiful purple wildflowers cover this ridge. On other ridges we can see downed logs littering the slopes like toothpicks.

A few miles back down the road we stop at the Coldwater Ridge Visitor Center where we listen to another excellent ranger talk. This crusty old character gives a highly entertaining talk about life before the eruption. The area used to be a beautiful fishing and camping spot for locals. The centerpiece, Spirit Lake, is still full of logs and debris. Below us is Coldwater Lake. It is brand new, formed when the landslide dammed up Coldwater Creek.

The cloud over the top of St. Helens has gotten smaller but it hasn’t budged an inch. It looks like I am not going to get a clear shot of the crater so we head back down the road. We make a short stop at the Forest Learning Center before it closes to watch a couple short films on logging operations. Then we spend the night at a small RV park a little further down the road.

June 20, 2007

June 20, 2007

Seaside, OR is the official endpoint of the Lewis and Clark National Historic Trail.  Just off the beach is a recreation of their saltworks. Salt was a vital food preservative for the long return journey.

Further north on a tributary of the Columbia River is Lewis and Clark National Historical Park. The expedition spent their second winter here. They have a small museum and a replica of the temporary Fort Clatsop they built. We view two movies about the experience and watch a flintlock demonstration.

For lunch we drive into the nearby town of Astoria. It was the first US town settled west of the Rocky Mountains. It is named after John Jacob Astor who made his fortune in the fur trading business. It is also a cute little town nestled on a peninsula jutting into the Columbia River, so I tag along while Aimee does some shopping. In its early days most of the town was built on top of wood pilings driven into the riverbank. After a few fires they landfilled much of the pilings making them permanent.

It must not be sunny here often because several people in town suggested we go see their Astoria Column right away while it is sunny. So we do. It is in the center of town on a hilltop. Modeled after Trajan's Column, it has a spiral frieze illustrating the town’s long history. We climb to the top for a great view of the mouth of the Columbia River.

We decide to spend the evening at Fort Stevens State Park at the mouth. Before hooking up we drive around the park. We stop at the wreck of the Peter Iredale. It was an iron sailing ship that ran aground on the ocean beach here in 1906. Much of it has rusted away or is still buried below the sand. The skeleton of the bow still projects eerily out of the surf. Pretty Cool!

June 19, 2007

June 19, 2007

We are sorry to be leaving Aimee’s cousin’s home. Todd and Bonnie and their son Noah have been feeding us very well and they have good taste in wine. It would have been no problem to stay longer. We could have easily hidden amongst their four horses, five goats, four dogs, three cats, and 44,000 Christmas trees. We don’t eat that much.

Since we arrived in the Portland, OR area, we have been having problems with the RV refrigerator. It is an ammonia absorption system that can operate either on electricity or propane. The RV needs to be level for it to work efficiently. Thinking the RV was not in balance, I moved the RV around to try and compensate. Today it is clear it is busted so we take the RV into a repair shop. This is the first major problem we have had. There we learn the fridge was under a recall for a defective heating unit. Unfortunately the repair shop can’t get a replacement for almost three weeks. We are going to have to make arrangements to have it repaired further down the road at a future destination. In the meantime we are going to have to do some real camping. On the way out of town we stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple coolers to store essential food items. It looks like we are going to be eating a lot more canned food for the foreseeable future. Wonderful!

We spend the night on the Oregon coast just outside the town of Seaside.

June 18, 2007

June 18, 2007

In the afternoon we drive north across the Columbia River to Vancouver, WA. There we take an audio tour of historic Fort Vancouver National Historic Site. In the early nineteenth century the border between British Canada and the United States was heavily contested. The British Hudson Bay Company built Fort Vancouver here to push British dominion of the region and to exploit the fur trade opportunity. Since hostility was minimal, the fort was more of a commercial center than a military fortification. By the 1850 silk was replacing fur in men’s hats and British interest in the area declined. Also Oregon Trail pioneers were starting to pour into the area. As a result the US and Britain negotiated a truce that set the border further north ceding this fort to the US. The tour is mildly interesting. I do however learn a little about blacksmithing from a very knowledgeable demonstrator at the fort.

We again spend the evening with Aimee’s cousin.

June 17, 2007

June 17, 2007

This morning we drive west along the Columbia River Gorge towards Portland. The gorge is scenic with barren cliffs and steep hills along both sides of this wide river. In the distance we can see Mt. Hood directly before us. This conical volcano disguised as a pretty snow-capped mountain towers above the surroundings and threatens nearby Portland.

Our first stop is at the Gorge Discovery Center. It has very nice exhibits on the Lewis and Clark expedition that followed the same path we are doing today. It also has a bunch of information about the history of the area. The item I find most interesting is that scientists have discovered that periodic floods ravaged the Northwest US during the Ice Age. An advancing glacier would temporarily block river flow out of NW Montana until the resulting lake grew to monstrous proportions and nothing could hold it back. These biblical floods gouged huge canyons (coulees). Grand Coulee, WA, now a dry falls, was during these floods the largest known waterfall ever to have existed on earth. It was almost four times wider than and more than twice as high as Niagara. Grand Coulee and the Channeled Scablands of eastern Washington are now on my must-see list.

On our drive west we are running into a fierce headwind that is slamming the RV around. Aimee read in the Gorge Discovery Center that a constant west wind blows thru here like a wind tunnel because it is the only open gap across the Cascade Mountains. There are a bunch of windsurfers in the river taking advantage of our misfortune. As we travel farther west the gorge is getting higher and steeper and greener. We are also seeing waterfalls now cascading from the southern cliffs.

Our next stop is the Bonneville Dam where we take a dam tour. The dam ranger shows us the dam power plant. He also leads us to the fish ladder that lets salmon return upstream to spawn. We are a little early as the spawning period peaks in August and September. We mostly see monster shad jumping upstream. These shad though are the size of Coho Salmon. They are dam big. Some huge Pacific Lamprey Eels have attached themselves to the fish counter windows. Like salmon, these parasitic fish migrate from the ocean to spawn at the end of their life.

It is still Spring in the Pacific Northwest. So the grounds of the Dam site are abloom with wildflowers of all varieties and colors. I have a grand time trying to capture their beauty.

Ten miles further West, we stop to see 600-foot Multnomah Falls. It is a quick photographic stop as the parking lot is completely full. We spend the rest of the afternoon south of Portland visiting Aimee’s cousin Todd and his family.

June 16, 2007

June 16, 2007

On the way out of Bend, OR we stop to fill up with gas. Before I can get out a man asks what kind of gas I want. Ah, this guy knows a VIP when he sees one. He then tells me that according to Oregon law he has to fill everyone’s tank. Unfortunately I can’t get him to check the oil or clean all the windows on the RV.

From Bend we drive northeast to Clarno, one site in the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument. On the way there the terrain goes from pine forest to rolling pasture to dry ranchland. This small park consists of a line of exposed outcroppings resembling the Badlands of South Dakota. We hike the couple short interpretative trails here. The outcroppings are the eroded remnants of some volcanic mudflows (called a lahar) from 6-50 million years ago. Paleontologists have found early horses and rhinos from the Cenozoic Period buried in the mud.

Along the hiking trails we are able to discover some petrified logs and leaf prints in the rock. I am pretty impressed that somebody was able to find these fossils hidden within the rocks of the cliff wall. Aimee and I were able to spot them only with the help of detailed interpretative signs. There are two more locations in Fossil Beds Park but they are way farther east and Aimee convinces me to save them for a future trip. Uncharacteristically I agree.

From John Day we head north to the Columbia River gorge where we spend the night at Deschutes River State Park. The RV is parked where Oregon Trail pioneers forded the Deschutes River on their journey west. Lewis and Clark also stopped here on their journey down the Columbia River. There used to be large rapids here which they had to portage around. I wish we had stayed at more state parks in Oregon. They are great. Not only super scenery but hookups for the RV as well; and they take credit cards!

June 15, 2007

June 15, 2007

A half hour north of Crescent, OR is the Newbury National Volcanic Monument. The park has several separate locations in the region. We stop first at the Newbury Caldera. The National Forest Service runs this park for some reason and they don’t have their act together on signage. We keep passing the turnoffs and have to backtrack. The caldera area has two medium size lakes and a lot of pine trees. I am not seeing any volcano anywhere and the Visitor Center is closed. That is a common theme around here. We stop first at the Big Obsidian Flow. From the parking lot we hike atop a monster-size lava flow. I am surprised how high off the surrounding ground level it is. I am also surprised to see Hawaii-like lava flows in Oregon. What makes this flow rare though is that it has huge sections of obsidian. Most lava flows are of pumice, which is lightweight and has lots of gas bubbles in it. Lava that cools slowly loses the gasses and becomes glassy black obsidian, an uncommon find.

Before leaving the park we decide to do a short hour hike on the Little Crater Trail for exercise. I am glad we did because it put the park in focus for us. Little Crater turns out to be a conical volcano after all. We didn’t recognize it as a crater at first because it is overgrown with pine trees. But the outside walls are steep and the inside is steeper. Atop the rim we can now recognize the Newbury Caldera all around us. It is miles wide. We can see a line of forested hills that wrap around us. On the way back down the trail we run into a huge number of Gray Jays (also known as Camp Robbers) in the trees around us. A chorus of shrill cackles comes from all around us. We feel like we are in the horror movie “The Birds” just waiting for them to swoop down.

On the way out of the park we stop at Paulina Falls where water escapes the Newbury Caldera. Newbury would be another Crater Lake except its rim was not as high, which allowed streams to empty it. So instead of one deep lake there are just two shallow lakes.

Now that Newbury has piqued my interest we drive north and stop at another site. This one is the Lava River Cave. It’s an ancient lava tube through which lava used to flow out of the volcano. Now it is a mile long cylindrical cave. With a constant temperature of 42F and no lighting Aimee decides to pass on the experience. I take a flashlight and walk the first 100 yards. The path is rocky and my light is not very bright. I turn it off to experience pitch-black vertigo for a minute and then turn back to rejoin my waiting wife.

We finish our Newbury day by stopping at the Lava Land section. There we find we can’t drive atop the Lava Butte in an RV. We have to make do by visiting the Visitor Center where we watch a video about the mountains in the Cascade Range. Unfortunately for the people living in Oregon and Washington, most of the major peaks are active volcanoes and it is only a matter of time before the next one erupts and paves over their house. Aimee and I were thinking on the way north what a nice place central Oregon would be in the summer. We might have to rethink that. We also do a short stroll behind the Visitor Center on the lava field. It is huge. It stretches as far as we can see towards the west. I never realized how volcanically active this region is.

We spend the night in a very nice private park in Bend, OR. I got the evacuation route all worked out in case I hear some geologic rumbling tonight.

June 14, 2007

June 14, 2007

In the late morning, we left Ashland, OR and drove north to Crater Lake National Park. On passing thru the south entrance, the ranger tells us that the eastern rim drive is closed and won’t be open for another week or so. Oh No, I am thinking this is another Lassen and it is too early in the summer to visit. The ranger does mention that back outside the gate just to the east are some pinnacles we should see first. We do that and find some strange conical rock formations that are the fossilized remains of fumaroles, volcanic steam vents.

Back inside the park we stop at the Information Center next and watch their 20-minute film. It has a short intro clip about why part of the park road is still closed. It says the park gets over 40 feet of snow annually and it takes four months for them to plow the roads. I am a little shocked since the entire park is only open for maybe two months. Seems to either be a big waste of time or they work very slowly. I am also a little skeptical because while the park still has some snow on the ground it would only take a good Chicagoland snowplow about a day to clear this road. The rest of the movie talks about how 7700 years ago this was the site of a monster volcanic eruption. So much magma was released that the volcano sunk forming a huge crater. Since then water has filled the crater forming the US’s deepest lake.

After the movie we have lunch and drive up to the rim to see the lake. WOW!! The water is an intense, vibrant shade of blue. And it really looks like a crater with steep sides on the inside and outside. The lake has no access for boats or swimming so it is very serene. It has a small volcanic island off to the side for accent. Now I know why Oregon made this the centerpiece of their state quarter. It is truly stunning. There is no way a single photo is going to adequately show this. I am hoping I can put a panorama shot together. Aimee and I spend the next hour or two walking along the south rim looking for the ideal spot and taking multiple pictures hoping to stitch them together into a panorama suitable for putting on the wall of our house (when we get one!).

After staring at the lake longer than we planned we drive the only open road along the west shore. We stop a few more times. Finally we leave the park, head north and stay at a private camp outside of Crescent, OR. Even though half the park was closed, I am so glad we made the trip to Crater Lake. This is another spot I would like to come back to, maybe even in the winter. I think a visit here and to Yosemite in the winter would provide some spectacular views and photographs.

June 13, 2007

June 13, 2007

We get a slow start this morning. Both of us are just happy hanging out in the nice summer weather here in Ashland, OR. Finally a warm, dry climate again! After lunch we head back into town. Ashland appears not only to have nice weather but an upscale bohemian community. Ashland is another town we could enjoy for the summer months. Aimee does a little shopping and then we head over to the theater for a matinee performance of Shakespeare’s “As you like it”. This time it is in one of their indoor venues. We enjoy it much better as we have closer seats and can understand the performance easier. This play also has a number of now-famous quotes including “All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” Aimee, ever the critic, thinks Shakespeare should have edited the play shorter, but I suspect she really just wants to get back to doing some shopping in this cutesy, artsy town.

June 12, 2007

June 12, 2007

Jedediah Smith State Park sits along the Smith River. In the morning I take a walk along it looking for a nice photo op. A passing fisherman tells me there is supposed to be Cutthroat Trout in it. I know the river is famous for salmon runs in the fall but we are too early for them. I decide to give it a shot anyway. After getting a license I give the fly rod a workout this time. The river ends up being deeper than I thought because the water is crystal clear. I get a few bites but I am not near fast enough to pull any in.

After lunch we head northeast to Oregon and stop for the evening on the outskirts of Ashland, OR. We were told by some acquaintances about a Shakespeare Festival that is held here. After an early dinner we head into town to get tickets for one of tonight’s performances. They have several plays running every day. We opt for “The Tempest”. It is performed in an outdoor Elizabethan-style playhouse. Aimee and I both find it very difficult to follow. Partly because of the Old English and partly because we both don’t hear as well as we once did. Surprisingly the performance is near sold-out for a Tuesday. This Shakespeare Festival is very popular. Tourists flock to this small town for these performances all year-round.

June 11, 2007

June 11, 2007

A little farther north of Patrick’s Point is the beginning of Redwood National Park. It stretches 45 miles along the coast of Northern California almost to the Oregon state line. We stop at the southern Visitor Center and watch their movie about the Redwoods and the formation of the Park. Logging was threatening the extinction of the Redwoods near the turn of the century. Early on, California and a group of concerned citizens bought up some of the timberland to form a series of scattered state parks in Redwood country. In 1969 the feds bought some of the in-between land to form a National Park that tied the state parks together and protected the wider ecosystem.

Just north of the entrance we stop at an open meadow along the road. Aimee spotted some Roosevelt Elk cows lying in the field. They are probably hiding newborns next to them but the grass is too tall to tell. Roosevelts are the Pacific version of the North American Elk. On the opposite side of the meadow in the distance we can see several bulls with their large antlers grazing on the grass. I climb the ladder on the RV and use the roof as my own Elk Viewing Platform.

A mile north we stop at the Lady Bird Johnson Grove for a mile-long loop trail amongst the redwoods. This grove is a little more open and it is easier to see the treetops. Like the Giant Sequoia I am amazed how so many of these larger trees are almost completely hollow due to fire and yet they continue to live and grow and not tumble over.

The center of the park has a nice scenic drive right down the middle of an old growth forest. We stop and walk around a little but by this time we have lost our fascination with the redwood. Many are big, big as a medium-size sequoia, but not nearly as beautiful because of their dingy red exterior. Plus Aimee and I are tiring of this damp cold climate. We stop at Jedediah Smith State Park on the northern end of the Redwood Highway and get a campsite for the night. The campsites are nestled in an old growth forest. We are parked directly beneath a giant redwood. In looking up at the high branches all I can remember is that they call them “widowmakers” because if one falls on you, you’re a goner.

June 10, 2007

June 10, 2007

After a lazy morning we drive over to Patrick’s Point State Park on the California coast to see the seals we have been listening to all night. We first stop in the visitor center to get a map and recommendations. When Aimee asks the volunteer ranger whether it is always rainy here, he responds “no, but when it isn’t raining, it is foggy”. He also tells us that the average high here in the warm summer months is 67F. Aimee and I are starting to get homesick for some hot dry sunny weather.

After this introduction we park the RV at one of the day use sites and hike along the Rim Trail to the west side of the park. The coast here is a very rugged with high cliffs, lots of rocks, and pounding surf. The rocks below are scattered with seals and sea lions. An interpretative sign helps us identify them. The Harbor Seals are the smaller brown ones that aren’t moving much. The Sea Lions are the larger cousins that won’t shut up.

From the point we hike down to the surf on the side opposite the seals. It is almost low tide and this tidal basin is supposed to be teeming with life. I look around and all I can see is a bunch of kelp that was washed onto the rocks. I convince Aimee to tiptoe out onto the rocks to help me. She is usually better at spotting wildlife than I am. With her help we soon identify lots of sea snails, crabs, hermit crabs, anemones and two sea stars. I am starting to feel like a naturalist.

We are getting hungry so we walk back to the RV, have a sandwich and drive to the other side of the park. From there we hike down to Agate Beach where we are supposed to be able to find agates in the sand. Unfortunately I am not quite sure what an agate is. I ask a couple local ladies searching the beach to show me what one looks like. After a little guidance Aimee and I give it a shot. This beach is all multi-colored pebbles. Finding an agate is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Nevertheless after a half-hour I find two nice specimens. Alas I also found a big kink in my neck. Next time we will search the rock store instead.

We spent a lot more time in this park than we had planned so we decide to find an empty campsite and stay the night. We don’t have a problem finding a site but surprisingly the park is pretty crowded. Camping is very popular in California.

June 9, 2007

June 9, 2007

After waking we start our day at the nearby Humboldt Redwoods Visitor Center. There we learn a little about the Redwood tree and get some recommendations for the best spots to visit. We drive up the Avenue of the Giants so we can hike the Founders Grove loop trail. The northern section of this large park has some of the few old growth redwood forests left in the country. At one time in the age of the dinosaur, when the earth was warmer and wetter, the redwood tree dominated the forests of the northern hemisphere. Now the redwoods only occur naturally on the pacific coast in northern California. We take a very leisurely stroll around the short loop. It is peaceful but not quiet. Motorcyclists are having their annual Redwood Run here this weekend and they all ride noisy Harleys.

The redwoods here are huge. They are the tallest trees on the earth. They are so tall they span three climate zones and have to have different leaves at the top versus at the bottom. We can tell they are tall because they shade the forest floor so well it is dark. It is also noticeably more humid here. Green ferns cover the ground. It looks so otherworldly it starred in the scooter chase sequence of the third Star Wars movie, “Return of the Jedi”.

In the old growth area many of the redwoods are giants of enormous width. The Coast Redwoods look like a dingy version of their cousin, the Giant Sequoia. They share the same resistance to fire and insects. They are so decay resistant that the fallen trees take centuries to decompose. I can vouch for that as I saw a large mature tree growing atop one downed giant.

After lunch, we drive farther up the Avenue of the Giants to a side road that takes us into the Rockefeller Forest. We hike around this grove and see the current record holder for the tallest tree in the world.

After a nice day with the redwoods, we drive Hwy 101 north past Trinidad, CA and stay at a private park outside Patrick’s Point State Park. We have a spot high on the property overlooking what should be the ocean. Unfortunately it is cloudy and starting to drizzle making visibility poor. Undeterred we have a little party of wine and cheese and do a little nature watching from the comfort of our picture window. In a bush outside Aimee scores another bird on her list, a pair of Cedar Waxwings. They look like rust colored cardinals, and they are stripping this bush of its berries.

A little later after I start reading the new photography book I bought, Aimee yells out, “Slug”. I am feeling offended. I know I was supposed to be BBQ’ing tonight but it is raining so I should get a reprieve. She clarifies by saying “not you, that slug” and points to the picnic bench. On it is a huge yellow slug, the biggest I have ever seen. It is at least four inches long and as big around as my thumb. Aimee says she saw a postcard describing it as a Banana Slug native to the redwood forest here. From what we can observe, it climbed atop the picnic bench to lunch on a piece of bird do-do. This is the kind of stuff we would miss if we stayed in hotels on our travel adventure.

June 8, 2007

June 8, 2007

We have been on long roads and winding roads but seldom on long winding roads. The route from Redding, CA to the coast was one of these. It seemed like it would never end. The only saving grace was that it went thru pretty territory. Redding looks like it would be a nice place to live in the summer with hills and forests and lots of streams surrounding it. Also just outside town is the scenic Whiskeytown Lake.

Finally at the coast we head south on Hwy 101 to Humboldt Redwoods State Park where we spend the night in a nice secluded campground. The RV is parked underneath a large Redwood Tree.