|moss covers everything|
When we came to a place where we could see the trees in the distance, I thought I saw smoke but we continued on. In John Day, Oregon, we stopped to eat. We struck up a conversation with the waitress. She asked where we were going and when we told her, she redirected us. She said the road we had lined out was closed due to the wildfires. I didn't get her name and I don't remember the name of the restaurant she worked in but she saved us a lot of trouble. She said there had been eleven fires in the past month due to lightening strikes. Later we saw the flames of one off to the north east as we traveled north west.
|flowers in John Day, Oregon|
|flowers on the curb in John Day|
Darker than any place I have ever been before.
Cell service was intermittent.
It was cloudy, raining on and off, so there was no big full moon or stars to light our way. I think during the whole 300 miles of that road, three cars went around me, and that was at the beginning. About four cars total came toward us. It made me very uneasy. But Kia brought us through with flying colors!
There were few straight-a-ways so the going was slow. All the towns we went through were closed for the night. I didn't need gas but I needed to pee. With absolutely no clue that there was an appropriate pit stop anywhere in my near future, I did something I haven't done in thirty five years. I got out and wee weed at the side of the road.
Of course the next open civilization appeared around the next curve. We had finally reached the interstate. It was still 120 miles to Portland. We got to our motel around one am. What a trip. Much to our consternation, we were booked for three nights up stairs with no elevator. That was a bitch!