figure 1. destination, just north of the word oregon.
The first leg of our journey consisted of driving east along highway 84 through the always beautiful Columbia River Gorge. So just think of that photo but again being November, add a lot of rain, clouds, and mist. Kind of like the Misty Mountains from The Lord of the Rings. Next we headed south on 97 to the little town of Wasco. There, we found a bar (which of course was the only thing open) and ate lunch of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with criss cross cut fries.
figure 2. this=delicious!
After lunch, we traveled south into the windswept hills. Along the way we passed a 30ft tall tree covered in discarded shoes. Apparently, this is a thing. Continuing along we wound our way into the small historical town of Antelope, Or. The town sign claimed a population of 37. I personally believe that population consisted entirely of mule deer as we saw no humans.
figure 3. "Welcome to Antelope, any questions?"
After more driving around and seeing of sites and tumbleweeds, we made our way west to our final destination near the eyeblink of a town Mitchell. Why there? Because that's where you have to go to get to the Painted Hills.
Unfortunately due to the long drive, we got there just after the sun went down so we did not get to witness the full scope of awesomeness. But let me tell you this, I have never been to a place so quiet in my entire life. And that includes the time I crawled into that cave. It was dark and quiet and so peaceful and we even got to see a lightning storm brewing off in the distance. I wonder what where we can go this Saturday.
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