After many years of being ignored, the Traveler’s Journal has finally resurfaced, and is in the hands of Sierra. Results may vary.
1:20 pm
In typical Seiver style, our planned ship out time was nine o’clock. We pulled out a little after noon. The trailer has alternately simplified and complicated traveling. Now that we have it, packing up means bringing actual bed sheets, food in a fridge and quads and bikes. The volume of creature comforts is huge, which may or may not be good. The more we can bring, the more we end up bringing. Takes a long time to get it all together. We try to maintain the semblance of camping, with Dutch ovens, hot dog roasting sticks, and crappy mattresses. So don’t get too comfortable.
Our plan is to drive southeast to La Grande, Oregon by tonight (We may stop before then because of our late start,) then from there we wanted to head further east to Craters of the Moon in Idaho. We’d like to meet up with my old friend, Rose, so hopefully if we don’t get in too late, I can give her a call and we can hook up in the coming days. From Craters, we’d like to keep going into Colorado to see Uncle Dave. Sierra wants to see Albuquerque, but we’ll see if we can get that far. Utah is the trip back. We’ll be out for 3 weeks, and home in time to vote and Aspen to turn out for high school football. We brought a ball to toss around. Maybe I’ll improve my catch/stop being such a wimpy girl. Nothing too exciting, since we’re still in Washington.
4:36 pm
Passed some interesting things. Cheese tour at the Dairygold factory, anyone? And they put up telephone poles with boxes on the tops to bring in eagles. It’s working. Went through a lot of farmland ‘til it dried out and turned into Yakima. It was 91 at the rest stop where we let the dogs run. Beyond Yakima, it’s been treed, but still hot. The wind blows constantly. Richland is 31 miles away, and another 60 to Pendleton, or where ever in Oregon where we can stop. The roads are crap, I’m not having a seizure. More to come after these semi trucks pass us.
We past into Oregon at 5:42 pm over the beautiful and broad Colombia River, the source of so much trouble and excitement for foreign and American explorers over more than 200 years of sailing and discovery.
6:00 pm
Took a detour through Hermiston, Oregon. Someone may or may not have missed the only gas station eight million miles, so Mom google mapped us a chevron and we pulled off in Hermiston. There was a very interesting looking factory -- we concluded it was an electrical plant -- and passed a man on a John Deere tractor, driving on the road. Then, after pulling into a gas station behind a guy who only spent five dollars on gas, and being stuck waiting to pull out on the only high-traffic, two-lane road in Hermiston, Oregon, as we rejoin the highway, we pass a huge truck stop with gas, food, and lodging. We also had to squeeze to the right as we passed an International Harvester going over the over pass. Good times.
We settled for the night, about 8:30, in Emigrant Springs, Oregon, in the state park. Nice place, even if it’s near the freeway. Public showers, toilets, firewood for sale and full hook ups. Washington doesn’t have stuff like that at our state parks. Just saying.
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