brian hill and dee power camping and travel adventures
You would think because it’s called a “highway” that Highway 101 would be a nice wide, straight thoroughfare. It’s not from about Panther Flats to Tillicum (Waldport, OR). Yes, there are passages you can go 65 mph, but most of it is a narrow two-lane road. Sometimes the hairpin curves are right next to a Continue Reading
From green so dark it’s almost black to green so pale it melts in the sunshine, green is the color of Oregon. The contrast between the dusty brown hills of California to the greens of Oregon is startling. Forest, emerald, avocado, grass, tea, jade, chartreuse, yellow-green, and shades of green in between change as the Continue Reading
Our next stop was almost at the top of California, and we got the thrill of driving through immense, mist-shrouded redwood forests. The trees were colossal in width and height, and the forest floor was cool and green, almost prehistoric looking. I half expected to see a Brachiosaurus poking its neck out from the top Continue Reading
I’m sitting here staring at this blank screen. Well actually blank 3-ring lined notebook paper because that’s what I write on when we are not near electricity for the computers. Yes we have batteries, but batteries drain fast. Okay back to staring. The tired adjectives of awesome, majestic, stunning don’t even begin to describe the Continue Reading
Whether you live in a city or a suburb, you listen to the buzz of traffic, hum of air conditioning, and just general manmade noise. Occasionally you hear a bird. I never realized how vocal birds are. At Upper Oso (Santa Barbara, CA) a family (bevy? clutch? clan?) of crows would start calling right before Continue Reading