Wednesday we drove out of California’s Redwoods to a drier and warmer Oregon. The country side has been beautiful, with rivers, farms, colorful skies, thick pine forests, volcanic peaks, and pleasant people.
While searching for banana slugs, we made friends with a family in Crescent City, and bumped into them at Oregon Caves NM. After finding out that the parking lot we left Rollyhome in had a bit of a break-in history, they were generous enough to give Kathryn a ride back to stand guard (which means make dinner and have a brief time of welcome solitude). Drew and the girls then explored Oregon Caves and returned to rollyhome (and. The-charges mommy) hours later with great excitement about their visit.
Our new friends (we’ll call them the Bends) put in a pretty good pitch for visiting Bend, Oregon and we have one “flex-day” before needing to be in Portland. This is currently under consideration.
The caves were very nice. They are marble, which makes them unique (in the national park system). The caves were not as amazing as Jewel cave or Carlsbad, but still had a number of impressive formations. The tour was also more strenuous than any of the other tours we’ve taken (It was not very demanding but had more twisting and bending, leading to the girls enjoying it).
Today we ventured out East to Crater Lake National Park. The trek out had us gawking at landscape and wanting to stop quite often just to soak in the beauty. Farms, mountains, pines, Rogue River, and many parks and recreation areas that peak our curiosity.
The park is beautiful. It was formed by an ancient mountain that erupted, exploded and collapsed at the top leaving a crater that eventually filled with water. It is the Deepest Lake in the United States. We traverses parts of the western rim as the Eastern side was closed due to snow (there were still feet of some snow in the area).
Looking down into the lake and at the mountain that is inside of the lake, we realizes: There’s a crater in the top of a volcano which was formed inside of another crater which Is on top of another volcano. A live volcano. This is all surrounded by cobalt blue water and then surrounded by cliffs on all sides. Really high cliffs. Beautiful cliffs. And other random beautiful rock formations that reminded us of Mono Lake NM and Pinnacles NM.
The girls learned about it through Junior Ranger books and we enjoyed identifying the various birds we saw, some of which are new to us.
During a four o’clock Ranger talk at the lodge, we learned about the man who worked seventeen years to realize his dream of making Crater Lake a National Park. The story was fun, entertaining and inspiring. Yet, another super-star Ranger.
The girls finished their Ranger books there at the lodge as we had coffee and honey milk in a wonderful atmosphere and shares our story with a curious party. This has happened a lot lately. People are very curious and have many questions. Mostly, they seem surprised and inspired to know that people are out here doing it. It was helpful to us to know this and to see it in action as the Conscious Caravan shared with us.
Now long finished with Harry Potter, we delved once again into the depths of Jules Verne’s imagination with Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Listening to a Librivix.org recording, we have enjoyed the voices of different volunteers reed to us. The roads of Oeegon how hold for descriptions of many flora and fauna of the sea as well as the details is the mechanical workings of a submarine. The lake we experienced has an air of ocean to it as it was the nearest body of water for us.
After another conversation with more curious and friendly fellow travellers, this time a family of four from Borth Carolina, we set forth on our return trip and back in our voyage aboard the Nautilis. We enjoyed. Beautiful sky of punks and purples as The professor describes the colors of the phosphorescent sub aquatic forrest.
We stopped to emerge from our vessel at the rogue river gorge and we, like the naturalist aboard the ship, marveled at a living stump that gas healed its wound on the too if the stump by smoothing over it with bark. We walked the length of the short trail and were reminded if many others a fields and as well as the Hawai’i lava tubes.
The gorge, I learned, likely formed from the collapse of lava tubes, it is basically a canyon and narrowing of the river. Upstream, we watched the water hit a large log and spray upward.
This was a beautiful place and was experiences by us with gratitude.
Back into our vessel and down the way to our little rollyhome. Tomorrow will be a down day for the girls. They will have their free choice of activities.
I will sit out on the river and ukify the air a full heart as I watch for the Bald Eagle I saw yesterday. They will get into the good kind of mischief–the nature kind.
We may even get to see some friends we met across the continent when we began to call this crazy reality of a nomadic life a thing that we will do. In other words, when we put the will into the dream. I look forward to seeing them, whether the girls are up for it tomorrow or not.
The day will unfold when the sun rises.
For now, I will chase dreams of underwater hunting and phosphorescent forests.