We had the pleasure of driving through a “town” called Plush on our way out of the Hart Mountains, just past Poker Jim Ridge. Love the names of things out in the country. Poker Jim also had a hot spring & a road named after him. Must have schooled some folks with his gambling prowess back in the days when a game of poker meant life or death.
Then we crossed the Warner Mountains before entering the megalopolis of Lakeview. Stella’s timing is impeccable. She woke up from her nap just as we were entering Lakeview where we had planned on stopping & having some lunch. If you’ve ever been to Lakeview, there aren’t that many options. There’s the Mexican restaurant & the Burger Queen. That’s right, Queen, not King.
Good burgers too, better than her husband’s fast food chain burgers if you ask me.
Topher & I did the eating in shifts we’ve become so accustomed to. The: I wolf down my food because she’s hungry & she’s about to lose it so he soothes her & then I finish & go nurse her while he eats. Works pretty well. Que romantica, tambien.
She did take a monster nap on the drive from the Alvord to Lakeview so I knew she wouldn’t want to go back down right away for the drive to Lake of the Woods, past Klamath Falls. So, what better way to pass the time than a stroll through downtown Lakeview. All five blocks of it.
In Lakeview they have some interesting interpretations of architectural functionality. (Where the heck does that 2nd story door go to? Hmmmm....)
They also don’t want your dog off the leash on their courthouse lawn, nor do they want you skateboarding or bike riding on their sidewalks.
Can’t get any decent coffee anywhere either. BUT, they do have 19 churches you can attend, should you be so inclined, where you can repent for your sins of skateboarding, off leash dog walking & poor building design.
To their credit, they are friendly folks who stop for you at the crosswalk & say things like, “hi there, kid” & “oh, you do got a little ‘un”.
By the time we were on our way back to the car Stella was Zonked. She gets so schloopy that you think she’s gonna bend in half or something. Pretty cute.
We grabbed some Gatorade, mustard & gum at the local mart, stowed the babe & the dog & hit the road for our final night camping somewhere between here & Medford. Hopefully Lake of the Woods, but I’m not gonna put money on it. I’ve found that traveling with an infant is much easier if you don’t have any expectations or real solid goals. That way, you won’t be disappointed because there isn’t anything you are bummed about when you don’t make it to where you were planning to go.
Fire in the blue! Bob Ross would have loved this drive. This one's for you Bob, may you rest in peace.
We knew we were pushing it when Stella woke up an hour later in Klamath Falls. She was in her special happy place. The kid at the gas station said it was 45 minutes to Lake of the Woods. Topher was pushing for the La Quinta Inn because there's a good rib joint down the street....but the call of the forest & the beautiful lake won out, so we headed back on the road with our child in a borderline state of awake & pissed / awake & curious. We had been in the car since 11am & it was 6pm now....will we make it???? Should we try? Are we torturing our 2 month old?
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