This morning the winds had died down quite significantly. Not sure how long it’ll stay this way so we made sure to double time it.
Stopped for a break and a little leisure reading. Thanks Mendodave.
A herd of elk basking in the sun
Amanda really wanted to get a picture of this sign for some reason; probably because tsunamis don’t occur out where we’re from.
Paul Bunyan & Babe the Blue Ox
Time to see some of the tallest trees on the planet
Nothing short of amazing
We rode north along route 199 and camped at Patrick Creek. A local motorcyclist we met at a gas station told us where we could find a spot. Someone was even nice enough to leave behind some firewood.
The next morning we continued north and crossed the state line into Oregon. The skies started to turn grey as soon as we approached the Rouge River National Forest boundary and decided to quit while we’re still ahead. We managed to sneak our bikes past a gated forest road…
…scanned the area to see if the coast was clear…
…and picked a nice camping spot.
We woke up the next morning and made our way towards Crater Lake National Park. We must’ve went up in elevation because I don’t remember getting this much snow in April
Ok, now it’s getting out of hand
Icy roads, drifting snow, numb hands and feet; we had to bail. Too bad, we would’ve loved to have seen Crater Lake. Oh well, another reason to come out west again.
We took the scenic route via the Rogue-Umpqua Scenic Byway to Roseburg and nearly froze to death. We stopped at McDonald’s and got a hold of Radioman to let him know we were on our way. As soon as we got on Interstate 5, it started to rain. So the rumors about are Oregon are true; you can run but you can’t stay dry.
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| 1068 km |
A ring of redwoods.
A mythical lumberjack.
Cold beat us again.
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