You’re sitting in your little fishing boat on a lake. The sky is blue, the water calm, the fish are biting and life is good. Suddenly you notice that the boat has begun to move backward, it’s picking up speed, faster and faster toward the center of the lake. You turn around and can’t believe your eyes! A giant whirlpool is opening up in the middle of the lake! In horror you watch as a huge barge is sucked into the maelstrom and your boat is heading toward the same fate.
What would you do?
A city literally brimming with a thousand options for entertainment.
Where do we end up?
For better or worse, the United States of America that we know and love today was founded, changed, built and fought for with blood and conquest.
It’s a history that we often forget.
Plans. We made them. Had it all figured out. Knew exactly what we’re going to do. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.
They often go awry…
Tourists…they come in all shapes, sizes and abilities. Some lug around huge packs, hiking poles and Camelbak bladders, others walk up to an overlook, take a picture and leave and still others haul kayaks around on their heads to put in at rivers. Wherever they are, we try not to be. Sometimes it can’t be avoided.
What’s big, round and hard as stone but has a teeny tiny surprise in the center?
I admit it.
I’m one of those people who would hold their nose while driving quickly past the Salton Sea, on the way to somewhere else.
There’s one thing I forget to mention about the Eastern side of Oregon…
We made it!
Here we are, parked in our very first RV camp, Flying Flags Resort in Solvang California.