Elgin, Oregon

Crossing the plains of southern Idaho and southeast Oregon is alot like traveling the west; the landscapes are similar. 

I camped not far from Elgin at the boundary of the steppe and the forest. There's water in them thar hills and lots of GREEN!

Passing through Elgin, I stopped at The Elks Club operated RV Dump Station for water. $0.10/gal donation requested for potable. Elgin is a logging town with a big pile of small stuff -- little did I realize I was looking at the last of an era when I traveled these parts in my youth and saw a single log on a semi-trailer...or maybe five or six "smaller" ones.

Up here they build their houses out of wood instead of mud.

No swamp-cooler.

Both Sides Now...well, in a few days

A couple of years ago I got off the freeway to pee. Whilst zipping up, a fellow stopped and asked if I'd been up the road. As we learned from the trial of that basketballer, always best to deny it; I did.

He said they'd gone up to see the train and I should too! Ever eager to heed advice, I went.

The next encounter asked if I'd seen the thatch-roofed yurts on stilts along the edge of the bayou. He added that the water came halfway up the cab but they'd made it across. (The tales people tell!) But it sounded intriguing. Somehow I got lost and, running low on fuel and supplies, had to go back.

Then, I ferget when hit wuz perzackly, she and I spent several days a few miles north of the Intrastate 'miring the scenery. But we never got much further.

This time I hope to make it through to Caliente. THEN, having discovered how differeny everythin' looks when coming fum duh udder way, I'll return by the same route.

Ah'm tellin' yew, dispiddlin'izduhbomb!

N37.07339  -W114.34544  Elev:  3142'