On the Road Again

With a hitch in my heart The Chiweenie Brothers and I head for AZ. It’s been wonderful seeing family and friends. Hard to leave even though in reality I’ve seen more of them this past month than I ever did during any given year living in Burney.

Susanville offered some challenges, and for a brief moment I regretted changing the van’s name from Freedom to MisAdventure. That dang Murphy!! Fries needed to see a vet for an allergic reaction and I locked the keys in the van which cost $100 to get retrieved. Ice is $3.79.  That being said, I have to say Susanville has some of the nicest most concerned and helpful people I have ever run into.

Topaz Lake on Hwy 395 gave us some nice fall color.

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I love the old court house in Bridgeport.

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Here’s our view from Lone Pine Campground, the Alabama Hills , west of Lone Pine on Hwy 395   DSC_0146Lone Pine Campground at Whitney Portal Rd
We take our time, enjoying the lovely weather and the sights going over Hwy 395 that are very different than the last time we drove this highway in spring of 2016. Then there was still snow on the ground. What IS the same, though, it’s cold up on top at 8000 feet!

If you plan on heading over 395 gas up anywhere but Lee Vining ….

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Thanks for stopping by!  We are going to do more traveling per day than normal and get to AZ quicker.  There’s only one planned stop and that’s for us to see the old ghost town of Bodie.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna

 

 

 

Cape Blanco Lighthouse

While camped at Edson Creek we take advantage of  having some time on our hands and head to Cape Blanco, across Hwy 101 from where we are.  The road is narrow, rough in places and sometimes it’s a tight fit to get by someone.

It’s partly cloudy with a light breeze. That is until we get to the lighthouse.  The wind is screaming in fits and starts out on the cape and it’s dang cold. The poor host has his winter gear on and it’s a good thing since he has to be out in this all day. I park, leaving The Chiweenie Brothers in the van,  and walk back to take lighthouse photos.

The host asks me where are the dogs, and that throws me for a minute …  He explains that he looks forward to petting and making over any dogs that come along and he noticed the boys in the van as we pulled up and asks what “brand” they are. I explain they are chiweenies, dachshund/chihuahua cross, and not inclined to be out in anything less than 60 degrees OR in a cold wind.  He nods his head in understanding, disappointment clearly showing in his eyes, but they light up when someone pulls up with a golden lab in the back seat.  He gets his dog fix after all!

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As breathtaking as the scene is I don’t linger. I am soon back at the van and heading back down the narrow rutted road. Not a good idea to pull a trailer all the way up to the lighthouse.  There’s a campground a bit down the road, but I know nothing about it, other than they had the “full” sign on display.

I stop to take photos of Hughes House which is closing as I pull in, but I get some nice shots of the old house.  Read more about Hughes House HERE .

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We also park a bit farther down the road back toward Hwy 101 and take the short trail to the old pioneer cemetery.  It’s a mowed, short trail where at the end we find a few gravesites. An informational sign says all the remains have been removed, but fails to say why.

Cape Blanco Pioneer Cemetery, aka Hughes Family Cemetery, is located on the road into Cape Blanco State Park. The graveyard was built around the local church (Mary, Star of the Sea), and contained various members of the Hughes family and their mostly Irish immigrant neighbors.

Thanks for coming along!  Hugs, Shawna

 

The Painted Hills

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.

DSC_0022 (2)Antelope on road into our Barnhouse CampAs 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.

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These hills are fascinating and beautiful.

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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.

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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.

DSC_0072In Redmond, OR   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.

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Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel! Hugs, Shawna

 

 

Baker City and The Burn

After five days at our sweet little camp off Hwy 244 beyond the little town of Ukiah, Oregon, we head east to La Grande. The only appeal this city has for me is their dog park at Riverview Park. The Chiweenie Brothers are treated to two different play times on Sunday, July 8th and another romp the next morning. The weather is warming up and it’s quite a complex decision on which way to go from here. Mileage. Elevation. The availability of shade. All play a factor, and I spend a very warm afternoon making that decision.
Tuesday morning, July 10th, I bounce out of bed just before sunrise, the boys get a quick walk to relieve themselves, and we are on the road by 6:00 a.m. heading southeast toward Unity. The boys are excited to be on the road, Fries doing his usual front-paws-on-the-dashboard thing when he’s excited about going somewhere. It’s only a hundred miles, but it’s twice as long as our usual driving days are. I nose Freedom onto I-84 and we head to our halfway point, Baker City.

Sticking to today’s “It’s a Wild Wiener Dog Day” (a nice ride, the dog park, McD’s) we head directly to the dog park. Waggers going ninety, the Chiweenie Brothers are beside themselves with this delightful surprise. And …. They have the place to themselves. After about an hour of running, wrestling, and hiking (of legs), I load them up and head to McD’s for a large coffee and a sausage biscuit to share, and we are on the road to our destination, Unity, Oregon.

I follow the GPS’ directions which takes us down Main Street into the historical section. I had no idea what we would find and am dismayed that I am not prepared for the historic old buildings here. I am oooing and awwwing and totally forget about photographs.

Once out of town we drive through a beautiful valley DSC_0043 Oregon Hwy 7 Valley Floor after coming down off Dooley Mountain

and then onto Hwy 7 and into the Wallowa-Whitman National Forest.  It’s a two-lane, tortuous, snaking road of about 25 miles with a speed limit the same, and it takes us for a climb before throwing us downhill through what is left of the forest after the Rail Fire swept through here in 2016.

What’s left is terrible and fascinating at the same time. The recovering undergrowth of grass and bushes is lush and green,  the blackened skeletal remains of the burned trees jut upward toward a brilliant blue sky.

Although a terrible tragedy it is interesting to see the underbelly of a forest now gone. It allows one to see just how rugged and steep this mountain range really is, and seeing the road ahead in places where it twists and turns, actually makes for a very interesting drive.

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As we come out of the mountains we travel along the irrigated green valley with some interesting old barns. We’re still a ways from our destination, but the drive is lovely, taking us through some bald, rolling hills; an interesting backdrop to the lush green of the valley.

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To be continued …

Thanks for stopping by! Hugs, Shawna

 

Couer d’Alene Rails to Trails

After our overnight in Cabin City we motor out of Montana and into Idaho. The town of Smelterville has a Walmart that allows overnight stays so we do.

On the second day it’s apparent that it’s time to do laundry AGAIN and an internet search tells me there is a laundromat in Pinehurst, just up the road.  I plug in the address and we are westward bound toward this cute little town … but there is no laundromat here any longer.

As we had back to Smelterville I spy with my travelling eye (catchy, no?) a sign for the Couer d’Alene River Trail. This would be a nice place to spend the afternoon and walk the boys!  We find a spot along the edge of the parking lot so we can have the side doors open while we grab a bite to eat, then we head out.

The paved trail follows the Couer d’Alene River and the old railroad tracks for 70+ miles! Walkers, joggers, and bicycle riders are out in force on this beautiful, sunny day.  Recumbent bikes are thick as herds of cattle. They look fun and comfortable.

My photo of the board showing the trail and telling the story about it did not turn out, but you can read about it HERE .  Teamwork!

Thanks for stopping by!

 

Anaconda, Montana

June 15th. From Butte we take Hwy 1, the scenic route, toward the town of Anaconda which comes up in short order.  We get “the rest of the story” about copper mining when we discover The Stack, a park in Anaconda dedicated to the miners who worked the mines in Butte and the workers who ran the smelter here in Anaconda refining the copper.

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The copper smelter

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Anaconda has some beautiful old brick buildings. I thoroughly enjoy driving through this town stopping where I can whether it be an actual parking spot I snag or just stopping in the middle of the street if no one is coming to grab a photo.

We continue the scenic loop drive on Highway 1. The campground I am looking for along this highway is closed for repairs. My guess would be because of flooding.

Several miles up the road I discover a forest service road on the right, and I take it in hopes of finding a camp.  While I don’t find a camp, I do find these lovely carpets of lupine.

Moving on we eventually end our tour of Hwy 1,  and glide into the little town of Drummond.  Thankfully they have a small park with about 12 camp sites.  I pay the $10 fee and get parked. A walk for the Chiweenie Brothers and we can finally rest our weary heads. It is once again raining.

CAMP AMENITIES
Water: Yes                        Garbage: Yes
Bathrooms: Vault toilet 

Electricity: Available for $25 per night and you have to make a phone call to have some one unlock the box

Tables: Yes                         Shower: No
Fire Pit: Yes                        BBQ: No
# of Sites: 12 or so.            Fee:  $10 for a tent site. $25 if you want electricity 

Other: Right by the river, has a day use area for fisherman, and you are allowed to use the baseball diamond if you want.  It’s also next to the rodeo grounds. Nothing going on while I am here, but might be a problem getting a site at certain times. 

The Idaho side of the Grand Tetons

As we drive away from Palisades Reservoir we take Hwy 31 to Victor where I pick up my forwarded mail then we head north to the town of Driggs and begin looking for a spot to stay.

About Victor ID

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The Grand Tetons are even more amazing from the Idaho side.

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The Grand Tetons from the Idaho side
The Grand Tetons as seen from Swan Valley in Idaho

We end up in a boondock in the Caribou-Targhee National Forest. Our camp in this national forest ends up being a one-night stand as there are many mud puddles from recent rain and although they are drying up many remain with standing water.  Those remaining must be teeming with mosquitoes because we practically get eaten alive.  The air is so thick with the buzzing blood suckers that I can vacuum them up with my little portable vacuum cleaner.  The poor Chiweenie Brothers spend a too warm night under a light blanket, but still suffered many bites.

On the way out of our camp I spot these butterflies enjoy some refreshment at one of the dryer areas

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From Driggs, ID we take Hwy 33 toward Rexburg where we will hit a Walmart to get supplies and gas up the green beast.  It is a beautiful drive through  potato farming country in the Swan Valley, the seed potato capital of the world.

No overnight at the Wally in Rexburg, so we head on toward Ashton where I plan to do laundry.  The laundromat is easy to find, but it’s been a long day, and I just don’t have the energy to tackle that chore.

I take Hwy 47, finding a dispersed camp site again within the Caribou Targhee  National Forest–also loaded with mosquitoes–and we spend a too-warm, restless night with the windows rolled up. Tomorrow we visit Mesa Falls.

Thanks for stopping by! Hugs, Shawna