The road from Reno to Fort Klamath (our next stop) was a dry one. So dry that shortly before we left California, I saw a puff of smoke above a mountain. I didn’t want to cry wolf, so I stayed mum. Three miles later though we came to the staging area for a massive fire fighting and containment operation, and mile after mile of burned hilltop. It looked like they had it down to a few smoldering piles, but they were still scouring the area with dune buggies and helicopters looking for more hot spots. Not ten miles further we saw a sign commemorating a huge fire twenty years before. Apparently not the place to live if you don’t like things dry and smoky.
Hey–what are the odds that after we had a trailing poo hose in Utah that we would see another RV with exactly the same problem a week later?
Ha! Only their poo hose didn’t have pamelafaganhutchins.com above it. We flashed our lights and honked but they didn’t hear us until after it took out one of their trailer tires, and they were grinding pavement and throwing sparks. And sparks aren’t a good thing in this part of the world.
When we got to beautiful Fort Klamath at the base of Mount Mazama (the site of Crater Lake), we were so excited to get wireless signal, because we had noticed a huge surge in ebook sales and hadn’t been able to check them for hours since we were in such remote areas. Crater Lake RV Resort advertised “free wifi.” Unfortunately their wi had no fi, and we had to walk two miles down the highway to get signal. But here’s the good news: there was a rodeo there, and we got in free. So we checked numbers and watched team roping at dusk with a rock cliff in the background (not in this shot).
Eric loved the stream running behind the RV Park. He got in. And got out quickly.
He also had his eye on a wood carving, which for the price of shipping and $175 could have been ours. Only we don’t have a wall big enough to hang it!
Sure is cute though.
One thing that has gotten a little hairy at times on this summer’s tour is that our backing camera now only works when we are driving forward. Our campsite here was tight with a large tree on one side. Eric squeezed in, but when I opened the door to go to the bathroom, my foot met bark. On a related topic, PPL Motorhomes in Houston is THE WORST service/repair center for RVs, anywhere. And I’m not kidding.
Our event was absolutely lovely at this park. Babe (that’s really her name and her hair is blue) threw a meet and greet with yummy snacks and wine on their back patio/lawn overlooking the stream, and we moved from table to table chatting with other travelers. I discovered a kindred spirit who hated the book Wild and loved the book A Walk in the Woods as much as I did. Eric saw a woman pull up to buy ice and take a picture of our sign.
We got up early hoping again to check what looked to be record-setting sales numbers for my books, and we drove toward Crater Lake for an early hike before driving to Sisters, OR. Surely we’d find signal in the national park, by the lodge, right?
But we did get to see the deepest lake in the US, which fills the center of the entire mountain, in the area vacated by molten lava and flying rocks when this mountain erupted many years ago. Yes, like many of the mountains in Oregon, it has a volcanic history. The water is as blue as the Caribbean, and you can only hike down to it from one trail, because the volcanic soil and ash is so fragile. We dipped our toes in, but Eric elected not to jump from the 20-foot rock ledge that some of the young guns were showing off on. Age = wisdom.
Finally, we found wifi halfway to Bend, OR. HOLY CRAP, I sold 532 full price ebooks in one day. (That’s a lot for me. Heck, that’s just a lot in general.) Every day is a higher number, but this was a big step change. If you’d like to read about the game changer (Bookbub and 1st in series Perma-free), you can do it HERE.
Tomorrow I’ll report on our time in Sisters.
That’s all I’ve got.