September 9th –Crossing into Oregon
After a night where we thought we were camping in Safeco Field due to the constant trains that went by our campground at Maryhill State park, we were off to see Stonehenge, Maryhill art museum and the Maryhill vineyard. The campground was beautiful perched up on the edge of the Columbia River with widely spaced RV spots and abundant green grass with a view of the river and Mt. Hood. It just took awhile to get used to those trains!
Stonehenge was picturesque being on a hill overlooking the river and with Mt. Hood to the west. The souvenir shop was closed which was fine with us and there were a whole 4 people there plus 2 dogs. Just the way we like to visit places! It looked smaller to us than we were expecting, but then we realized that there just aren’t a whole lot of big sized rocks to work with in England.
Next stop was the art museum where Sam Hill was showcased as a techie pioneer. He was the first to pave roads and his future house which was turned into a museum because he lost interest in living in, was made by pouring concrete into forms for the entire house. Judy bought a basket kit while Harris was impressed by the realism painters and the Andy Warhol exhibit.
Listening to the GPS, we drove 15 miles east of the museum to go see the winery. When “you have reached your destination” rang out, we were in the middle of nowhere. Back tracking 12 miles we saw a sign that stated the winery was 3 miles WEST of the museum! Dang that technology! We entered the winery with high expectations for the wine that we had tasted with Bob and Glenda at Mt. Rainier, but were told that the Sauvignon Blanc that we tasted was not the traditional recipe like the new stock that was currently available. We left with a wine cork instead.
On our way to Central Oregon we started looking for an overnight camping spot 30 miles south of The Dalles (where Judy checked out a quilt shop while Harris found 2 geocaches). At an intersection where a sign exclaimed a state park 4 miles east and an rv park 7 miles west and neither were in our camping book, we decided to poll the local folk by knocking on a door of a house with a rig parked outside. She proceeded to tell us of a county fair ground that had shade, hook ups and was only a mile away. We checked it out and found it more than satisfactory. Not only was the price cheap at $15/night, but it also had wifi! This is where the past few logs are going to be uploaded.
After a night where we thought we were camping in Safeco Field due to the constant trains that went by our campground at Maryhill State park, we were off to see Stonehenge, Maryhill art museum and the Maryhill vineyard. The campground was beautiful perched up on the edge of the Columbia River with widely spaced RV spots and abundant green grass with a view of the river and Mt. Hood. It just took awhile to get used to those trains!
Stonehenge was picturesque being on a hill overlooking the river and with Mt. Hood to the west. The souvenir shop was closed which was fine with us and there were a whole 4 people there plus 2 dogs. Just the way we like to visit places! It looked smaller to us than we were expecting, but then we realized that there just aren’t a whole lot of big sized rocks to work with in England.
Next stop was the art museum where Sam Hill was showcased as a techie pioneer. He was the first to pave roads and his future house which was turned into a museum because he lost interest in living in, was made by pouring concrete into forms for the entire house. Judy bought a basket kit while Harris was impressed by the realism painters and the Andy Warhol exhibit.
Listening to the GPS, we drove 15 miles east of the museum to go see the winery. When “you have reached your destination” rang out, we were in the middle of nowhere. Back tracking 12 miles we saw a sign that stated the winery was 3 miles WEST of the museum! Dang that technology! We entered the winery with high expectations for the wine that we had tasted with Bob and Glenda at Mt. Rainier, but were told that the Sauvignon Blanc that we tasted was not the traditional recipe like the new stock that was currently available. We left with a wine cork instead.
On our way to Central Oregon we started looking for an overnight camping spot 30 miles south of The Dalles (where Judy checked out a quilt shop while Harris found 2 geocaches). At an intersection where a sign exclaimed a state park 4 miles east and an rv park 7 miles west and neither were in our camping book, we decided to poll the local folk by knocking on a door of a house with a rig parked outside. She proceeded to tell us of a county fair ground that had shade, hook ups and was only a mile away. We checked it out and found it more than satisfactory. Not only was the price cheap at $15/night, but it also had wifi! This is where the past few logs are going to be uploaded.
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