We’re road trippin’ again! It’s a great feeling driving with shoes off, second coffee in my hand, new wave in my ear. Checking out the cute hind end of Cuddlebus in front of me. Chatting with my honey on the two-way radio. Taking video out the window of mountains and countryside blurring its way into history…
At 55 degrees it should have been cold, but no. It was unexpectedly balmy and humid, almost tropical. The farm fields were freshly mowed, filling the air with the cloying fragrance of warm, sweet grass. We drove into a storm, dark on the horizon.
In less than three days we leave this place for the next destination. Our time in the Wallowas has totaled more than two months, and it has been really good to us. But I’m feeling restless and it’s time to move on.
It’s a surprising realization at how much I’ve taken to this nomadic life on the road. We are lucky to be away from the chaos of city life with everything blowing up there. Pandemic, riots, looting, unrest. But at the same time, it’s not enough. We feel driven to go deeper, further, to find someplace even more alone and experience a greater feeling of solitude. There are still too many people. There is still too much noise.
Queue Memorial Day weekend. Places are opening back up, people are out in full force. We had arranged to stay for five weeks at our current location – a scenic RV park by the river in a little Swiss-style village near Wallowa Lake. With one exception – Memorial Day weekend was booked so we needed to clear out for those three days.
The madness began on Friday as RVs started pulling in. Every spot was full. People were everywhere. Kids on bikes, dogs barking, parties, and barbeques in full swing… We couldn’t get out of there fast enough!
With all of our things packed for a backpacking trip, we hit the road with a trailhead as our destination. But I don’t think either of us was really motivated for backpacking this weekend. I’ve been feeling under the weather and just wanted some quiet and space to relax. So we drove past the road to the trailhead and onward to a campground further into the mountains to check that out as an option for a lazy weekend.
It’s backpacking season! We left our skis behind and went on a three-day backpacking adventure through the Eagle Cap Wilderness. It was exactly what we needed, both physically and mentally, after being cooped up at home for so long.
After a month in Wallowa City proper, we’ve moved to a new location about an hour closer to the mountains. We’ll stay here for another month, and then we’ve planned a two-week backpacking excursion in the Sisters for Brad’s birthday. This place is owned by a nice outdoorsy couple – kindred spirits Cal and Cris! It’s in a little Swiss-themed village right by Wallowa Lake. I love it here so much. It’s scenic and treed, and the trails leading up into the wilderness are only 1/4 mile away.
Cal said that they have kayaks docked at the lake that some previous guests left behind. We can borrow them if we want to go out paddling on the lake. How fun. I just noticed that they’ve placed floating docks all over the lake with picnic tables on them! We must go kayaking and have a picnic in the sun on one of the docks.