I am amazed – Rob and Mike were up at 6am so that they could go fish with Leland. I have never seen Mike get up with such enthusiasm. Rocky and I took advantage of the free time and hiked up to the basalt cliffs above the campground. We got a good view of the Oxbox power plant. We made it back to the camper just before a rainstorm moved in. Ant was still in bed so we all climbed back into to bed and slept till 10. After a quick breakfast we managed to pack up before the next downpour. We turned west and climbed out of the canyon into Oregon. This is the land of Lewis and Clark, and the Oregon trail.
We restocked on food at Baker City and continued west into national forest. As we drove along a river valley we were surprised to see a lot of disturbed river rock. We also noticed the particular dredge patterns in the piles of rock. Next thing – we passed a sign to the Sumpter dredge museum. We were proud that we had identified the activity correctly. As we continued through more valleys and passes we saw the Strawberry Mountains to the south. They we covered in a dusting of new snow. Soon we were into the valley of the John Day River. When we reached Dayville I found a local map and identified the closest national forest campground. I was ready to drive into the hills but, by then, the boys had discovered tennis courts and a small private campground. They insisted we had to stay there instead! I got my laundry done and the boys found a tree house to play in. This part of Oregon is so remote. Lots of cattle farming and some agriculture near the river.
We restocked on food at Baker City and continued west into national forest. As we drove along a river valley we were surprised to see a lot of disturbed river rock. We also noticed the particular dredge patterns in the piles of rock. Next thing – we passed a sign to the Sumpter dredge museum. We were proud that we had identified the activity correctly. As we continued through more valleys and passes we saw the Strawberry Mountains to the south. They we covered in a dusting of new snow. Soon we were into the valley of the John Day River. When we reached Dayville I found a local map and identified the closest national forest campground. I was ready to drive into the hills but, by then, the boys had discovered tennis courts and a small private campground. They insisted we had to stay there instead! I got my laundry done and the boys found a tree house to play in. This part of Oregon is so remote. Lots of cattle farming and some agriculture near the river.
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