Lake Tahoe Profile
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Lake Tahoe Profile
Enjoyed lunch on this day at another local establishment (The Thai Corner Cafe), it was delicious.
Just a Stop-Over
Standish, California. Never heard of it? Neither did we, but it was a good stop-over point on the map when leaving Oregon destined for Lake Tahoe, Death Valley, then to Yosemite.
Turned out the 200+ mile drive from Chiloquin, OR took us down a serendipitous scenic drive on Hwy 139 and beyond to Hwy 395.
Soo close, but not close enough to do a swing by to the Lassen Volcanic National Park. We soaked in plenty of scenery though, driving through the Modoc National Forest, the Modoc National Wildlife Reserve, and Lassen County.
Days End RV Park
This was a Good Sam Campground located in Standish (population 779). We weren’t expecting much of the place, because all we had seen was remote, dry, wilderness/desert. In fact, the large Honey Lake nearby appeared to be totally dry.
But what a pleasant surprise; an oasis in the desert! The campground host was super friendly and laid-back, ala Cali-style. The grounds were well-maintained, and gardens of blooming flowers were throughout. Perfect. A bit of shade at the site was welcome in the near 100-degree heat.
The weather here was a bit strange. 100 degrees went to 70 or lower that night, the sunset was gorgeous, and then winds picked up. We stayed an extra night to attend to Lois’s A/C (needed recharging). Also, to re-assess our itinerary; Death Valley National Park just closed indefinitely due to 1,000 year record flooding! Wildfires near Yosemite are a bit concerning as well. Stay tuned for where we decide to roll next!
Crater Lake Profile
What is the story behind the “Old Man of the Lake”?
The Old Man is a celebrity favorite among visitors and Rangers alike who are always looking to spot him on Crater Lake. Actually, he is not a person at all, but, instead, the Old Man is a 30-foot mountain hemlock log that has, (at least since 1896), floated vertically and continuously in the Lake, with about 3+ feet of the stump above water.
His actual age has been carbon dated to more than 450 years old, though the physics of his upright stance remain a mystery, as do his seemingly random travels across the surface of Crater Lake. Theories on his orientation abound, and though not proven, the commonly held belief is that because the lower part of the tree stump has been in the cold water for over a hundred years, its density has increased, making the Old Man buoyant and balanced.
His travels were first tracked in 1896 by Joseph Diller, an early Park geologist who completed the sketch accompanying this post. The curiosity surrounding the Old Man continued to grow and, in 1938, Washington D.C commissioned a study of his travels. Between July and October, “Old Man” traveled 62.1 miles, an average of .67 miles/day with his maximum daily distance of 3.8 miles achieved on August 6th!
Some believe that the Old Man controls the weather here at Crater Lake and woe be to those who mess with him. As the story goes, in 1988 when the Park brought in a submersible to explore the Lake bottom, the researchers concerned about running into “Old Man”, tied him up on the eastern shore of Wizard Island. Shortly thereafter storms blew in, making it impossible to launch the submersible at all. When this was quickly followed by snow in August, the scientists very quietly, (and under cover of night), released “Old Man” back into the Lake, thus restoring the weather and the Old Man’s freedom.
But before Oregon, I must still go on about the Olympic Peninsula and the Pacific Coast Scenic Byway. It’s 350 miles long and outlines the entire Peninsula, meandering through the National Park, lush rainforests, oyster-packed inlets and ocean beaches, then extending on into Oregon. You are in for a treat if you travel this highway. Can’t wait to return. So, jumping back on Hwy 101 in Aberdeen, we stayed on the beautiful bumpy two-lane road onwards into the state of OREGON.
Traveling South on the 101, we first hit the state line on the Astoria-Megler bridge. Quite a spectacular sight. Immediately after the bridge smack in the center of town, was an unexpected encounter with three deer blissfully unaware of the commotion they were stirring with traffic. Among them was a spotted fawn! I snapped some pics while Jim gently honked Clark’s horn and was glad to see several drivers get out of their cars to shoo them off the road.
Pictures in Tillamook, OR (album #49)
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When in Tillamook, one must visit the Tillamook Creamery! A very nice tourist attraction unto itself, it’s also a huge working factory. They make over 170,000 pounds of cheese and 18,000 pounds of ice cream every single day! After watching the factory workers below from large windows on the second story and learning about the whole process from dairy farm to packaged goods, we headed to the dining area. Cheese curds, Mac NCheese, Cheesebugers, Tillamook Lager, and last but not least a flight of ice cream. Yum!
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If you’re looking for the most breathtaking views of the Tillamook Coast, the Three Capes Scenic Route is perfect. It’s a 40-mile jaunt along the water. However, we traveled a bit more miles due to detours for road repairs.
We first drove to the closest spot we could get to see the Cape Meares Lighthouse. But, because of dense fog clouds, there was no lighthouse to be seen. The water however was so picturesque, and as the above pic shows, there were large caves carved into the cliffsides where folks plop down for a day of beach fun and build big bonfires. we hiked a good mile or more down the beach until the tide stopped us at a bend that could not navigate around (the crashing waves were impressive and certainly demanded respect). The cliffs here ooze water from the higher elevations and create dripping waterfalls; it was a bit sketchy to walk so close to the cliff edge fearing inevitable erosion/avalanches.
We made it safe and sound back to the car to continue our jaunt to Cape Lookout. After that, we cruised through the resort town of Oceanside and were treated to a golden sunset right on Netarts Bay. A bit lost at one point, we found ourselves still on the curvy forested road after the sun went down trying to find the detour points back inland to Tillamook. Ran out of time (and daylight, even at 10 PM) to stop at the third cape, Cape Kiwanda. Next time. Always fun to get lost!