After about 90 minutes of driving on your standard issue paved highways, we turned off onto this.
We passed a few farmhouses. I wondered how many people they saw drive by in a day. I'd guess 0-2 would be average.
|Plenty of farmland.|
|OK, getting into some forest now.|
We went for about 30 miles on dirt roads. There's something perversely satisfying about the crunch of gravel and dirt underneath the car tires (or is that just me?).
Sammy donned a safety vest so that no one would mistake him for a wild animal.
Every time we ran across some snow, he felt the need to rub himself around on it. Who knows...
The crux of the trail was a fire lookout on 'Oregon Butte' (located in Washington, for those of you at home keeping score). It was unmanned--must not be a fire hazard time of year, or maybe the rangers were the victims of budget cutbacks. I think manning a fire lookout sounds like such a fantastic job, but it's probably one of those that seems awesome for about the first week until you realize you're bored out of your mind. But man, that one fire that happens every couple years or so would be the highlight of your career.
But you can't argue with the view!