There wasn't a whole lot to see yesterday. We traveled north on US Hwy 395 for all but the last few miles of the journey. Let me tell you...there isn't much to see between here and there.
So let's just back up to yesterday morning. You can't see it very well in this image, but Sadie had a cat's eye view of the dog park beyond our site. She kept an eye on those wild woofies. Only when she was certain they wouldn't cause any mayhem did she allow herself to enjoy her morning sunbath.
Goose Lake is a large alkaline lake in the Goose Lake Valley on the Oregon–California border in the United States. Like many other lakes in the Great Basin, it is a pluvial lake that formed from precipitation and melting glaciers during the Pleistocene epoch.
The Great Basin is the largest area of contiguous endorheic watersheds in North America. It spans nearly all of Nevada, much of Oregon and Utah, and portions of California, Idaho, Wyoming, and Baja California, Mexico. It is noted for both its arid climate and the basin and range topography that varies from the North American low point at Badwater Basin in Death Valley to the highest point of the contiguous United States, less than 100 miles (160 km) away at the summit of Mount Whitney.
Whoa. I never knew Badwater Basin was a part of such a huge geological formation. And we were just there with the kids last year. Remember this picture?
And if you didn't feel like clicking on that link I gave you back there, I understand. I don't like being bossed around either. So, I'll just share this picture from the same page to give you an idea of the size of this formation.
We had just a little way to go to cross the Oregon border and make our way to our final destination for the night. It was good to see this sign, and it's always good to be home.
This is a 5,000 acre working cattle ranch, although the RV park portion of the property is off by itself. We're well off the road. There are no trains going by and no airplanes taking off and landing nearby. It's quiet...and dark. It's a great site. We'll definitely remember this. After we got hooked up, the snow stopped and the sun came out. Looking south, we could see this:
Looking north, we saw this:
We had a quiet night, but woke up to about an inch accumulation of snow...never a happy thing when towing a big fifth wheel.
We're hoping to find ourselves in Bend this evening, and we have a site reserved there. We've checked all the traffic cams along the way, and it looks like smooth sailing, despite the small bit of snow. We still have to get across the Cascade range somehow though, and so it looks as though we'll have to drive all the way north to the Columbia River on Thursday and make our way west through the Columbia Gorge. It's a little longer route, but barring any ice storms, it's the safest route we can take.
So now I'm back into maybe-I-will-and-maybe-I-won't blog again before we get home. We'll all find out together. We have vaccine appointments booked for Monday, and so...come hell or high water...we will be there to get those vaccines.