Interstate 8 Motel
Travel Blogs from Lakeview
... over to reach the falls had been flung there by the volcanic eruption that created Crater Lake.... over 40 miles away! The water of Crater Lake is an unreal shade of azure....there is still a fair amount of snow on the ground. From there to here, in the south east corner of Oregon. We've travelled over 8,000 miles and are still far from home. Tomorrow we mine for sunstones near Plush Oregon and spend the night there at the mine. The day after ...
... away. But nothing works.
Had a 5 mile walk into town today. Better than most we have stayed in and certainly directly descended from its cowboy history with some great buildings.
These places are not prosperous enough to knock the old stuff down, so it survives.
Went to see a swimming competition in the local outdoor pool and whilst I was mooching I met some guys we had met before several times in their tricked up Jeep.
They are doing the ...
... spa motel with natural pool.
Jim and Pixie, the owners, were very impressed about our ride and they got all the maps out to show their daughter Chloe. There is an annual hang gliding competition to land on a target on the motel grounds this evening but even with al this going on I am the star guess from London.
I am going to chill and stay another day and have a hike into the hills.
... but the winds make them strong; winds of wisdom. Crossing the pavement. Miles and lines spreading like wild fire.
A shift happens to me...the shoe tree, an antelope, Canadian geese, long eared rabbits. Clarity.
"I hope this old train breaks down
Then I could take a walk around
And, see what there is to see
And time is just a melody
All the people in the street
Walk as fast as their feet can ...
... and a dog were rounding up the cattle in the field 5 feet from my tent! Fantastic! They had to do it twice as the lead cows took a turn back towards the campsite, but no one was perturbed and they quickly circled them all back in the right direction. When we left, the cows (neutered males, about half grown) were penned. We think they were moving to another field, and it’s a story we’re sticking ...