It’s Thursday, July 19th, and we are up early and ready to rock and roll. I packed up before bed last night after a couple of gals pulled into the campground in a small gold passenger car, threw up a tent, and proceeded to build a huge campfire. From my perspective it looked like the flames were four feet high. The wind usually comes up in the evening here at Barnhouse, so it had me a bit worried. No harm getting ready to roll just in case. To their credit they stayed right with the fire until it burned down a little and didn’t throw any more wood on it.
The boys fed and out for a quick potty run, I get the big green machine on the road. The morning air is nice and cool and we take our sweet time wending our way down the mountain.
The boys are suddenly on high alert when they notice a herd of antelope crossing the road ahead of us. I slow down from a meander to a crawl and get as close as I dare to get a photo.
As we gain Hwy 26 the plan is to take in the Painted Hills Unit of the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument. I spot this old barn along the way.
These hills are fascinating and beautiful.
Once we are finished drinking in the odd, stark but colorful Painted Hills we head west again on Hwy 26 and go through Prineville purchasing gas here. Almost $100 to fill up!! Welcome to the west coast. Just prior to landing in Redmond, I get this shot of The Sisters through the trees only because there was a place to pull over. Most two lane roads are not conducive to photography for lack of sufficient places large enough to get off the road, but I was lucky with this one.
And I wasn’t about to pass up stopping to photograph this gorgeous old building when a parking spot right by it called my name. Of course it was too close to get the whole beautiful building in the shot, but I will take what I can get.
Then we make a dog park stop. The Redmond dog park is one of the cleanest dog parks we’ve been in. I was a bit weary and didn’t bother bringing the camera in with us, but the boys had a marvelous time!
With no place found to stop for the night we head on to Madras. I have enough time to do laundry and get ice and then we’re back on the road heading to the rest area just north of here. It’s in a construction zone and they worked far into the night, but a place to park is a place to park, and I am grateful I didn’t have to drive on in search of a camp. AND, I found out who discovered Mt. Shasta. Say what? One finds this out in Oregon? Yep.
Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel! Hugs, Shawna