The land tells stories. And it’s fitting that, for once during our stay at Hoh Rainforest, it rained as we packed up to leave. The low valley down which we exited directly faces the Pacific storms as they track in, and the Olympics wring all the wet from them.
With a bit of background understanding of weather, geography and history, you can see more stories in the 500+ miles of these two days. Logging, reservation land, remoteness–western Washington. Quaint, charming Astoria and Fort Clatsop–in some ways it looks like Europeans only recently settled this land, which is actually true considering that it’s been barely over 200 years since Lewis and Clark wintered here.
As our route took us beside Mount Hood and then to the easy side of the Cascades, the pines are still there but sparser, drier, less underbrush. A foot race, a team relay called “Hood to Coast,” is going on while we head SE.
Bend seems athletic to me, but it’s been described that way to me before so I’m prepared to see it. Still, as we stop for food there, it’s hard not to notice that nearly all cars have racks, and everywhere are bikes, rafts, kayaks, etc. Everyone in the Trader Joes looks dressed for the cover of Outdoors Magazine.
Near Crater Lake, at a smaller lake called Lemolo, we meet Greg, Marcy and all their pals lodged/camped there. We set up for a 2 night stay and then join their evening campfire. In higher mountains away from the coast, a bit more in a rain shadow, the air is crisper.
The waxing moon is setting larger and later each evening now. Time marches on and this trip’s end is near. We visit Crater Lake tomorrow and return to Roseville Sunday.
Pic here of the Washington Coast, fresh from a summer shower, on our way south.