Tenas Lake, Sisters Wilderness, an emerald beauty.
Mount Washington in the desolated wilderness. "I cannot tell a lie, we cut down the last remaining tree."
Doing the obvious on a hot day in the wilderness; Tenas's colors heavenly.
Oregon is neither short of trees nor lakes. For that matter, one can add volcanoes to make it a trio.
The water colors are a mixture of greens and blues with a palette of shades between. Should we feel the
need to whine, which we don't but will because we are running out of words, we would complain about
mosquitos on a few of the hikes, not all. The hike up Scott is one place in which the buggers took a
fancy to us as we passed the two big lakes and many ponds. Our gripe is not with Oregon though. We would
ask the Master of the Universe why He created such a pest. He might answer that He created humans, too.
We love many people, we like even more and are in awe of some. However, we would understand the point
should He make it.
'Charity' or South Sister from Mount Scott with very much younger sister, less explosive, too.
Flower power, a girl from the 60's through no fault of her own.
Jefferson with what looks like a matching profile at fore. Mount Hood a hundred miles back.
Alternatively, He might say the mosquito is part of the food chain. Frogs, for example feed on them.
We might also point out we detest the damage they do to our bodies and in addition, are irritated by
their unique buzz. We suppose when we are presented with an opportunity to meet our Maker, we might
have discussions of a different nature. Well, back to the food chain. We would never wish to be rude
or talk out of turn, but if there were no mosquitos for frogs to feed off, let them eat cake, Marie.
Jenni only thinks of swimming. Matching swimsuit left in car.
Lake Benson with a happy fellow who has quite a jump to the next rock. 'A leap of faith?'
Inspired to climb Sisters after viewing the trio, Broken Top Mountain on left, hardly looks shattered.
Viewed from summit of Scott.
Our journey south has been exceptional. Even the accommodation has worked out well after ironing out
some of the bugs, not mosquitos. One learns to adapt when the internet is sporadic, occasional rooms
with two-pin sockets for three-pin chords, the dryer runs for forty minutes leaving one with damp
clothes and the need to hang them somewhere in the car as we move on. At the same time, it's fascinating
to observe, as they call us, the guests around the breakfast rooms and courtyards. People are interesting
and our editor often mentions, we are not without our quirks. We are always pleased to hear this as we
would hate to be totally boring. We also wonder why we are guests when they charge us a fee to use the premises.
'I know you don't have a swimsuit, nor do I...but I'm drowning.'
The pool service companies do a 'helluva' job in Oregon.
From the Dalles, we traveled to Rhododendron (we inserted that to keep practising our spelling), then off to Bend,
Chemult, a town of maybe twenty permanent residents, stopping in Klamath Falls, the city with a massive lake.
We are about to enter the long state of California and travel its full extent, stopping in Shasta City. Oh Shasta!
Hopefully, we have one or two more challenges before reaching our grandchildren and a vacation.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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