Hungry for food

All I have to say, is that I can't even believe I had the energy to take any photo's this night. We had been driving for a good while and were at the stage where at any moment we could turn evil or just plain mad. I don't remember what we turned.

We needed some good food. Cooked food. With fresh ingredients. Bright and alive.

We were so happy that our camp site was a gem that exhaustion turned to happiness. Oh, and it wasn't raining. In fact, it was clear and crisp. The stars were showing.

Before we left Ashland we jammed our Esky (cooler) full of food. All from Ashland.

Grilled up some chicken thighs, all tiny and hormone-free, just like the farmer meant for them to be.

Garlic, oh you. Lots. Heaps.

Fresh tomato's and basil. Cooking away. Smelling right out there. Sliced up that grilled chicken and let them cook away together for a bit. Not too long, since we're about to get crazy if we don't eat.

Mash up some spuds with butter and Bob's your uncle. (He really is)

The Road to the Sun

Dear world left behind. This is a little taste of some dinky high desert towns. Some may call them dwellings but I like to think of them as a fly on the wall. These places have seen so much and been through some wild weather.

If only the mountains could talk.

If the hills had eyes?

After spending the first several days of our long awaited camping voyage in the rain, we discovered that the closest place in driving distance with some good camping and glorious sun, was going to be Lake Tahoe. So, off we went.

Did I mention that while driving down the freeway (we've only been freeway driving the bare minimum) just after leaving The Black Bear Diner in Yreka, some crazy lady driving next to us was honking and carrying on. "What the bloody hell is she going on about?" Of course, the top of our "THULE" had blown open. For those of you that don't know what that is, it's a light weight plastic tub, shaped to look like it could go real fast if it needed to. After we pulled over, saw that we had lost two whole pillows, real cozy ones, and squabbled enough about who closed it last, know that we should get straight back in the car, keep driving and not talk to each other, I than realized that there was a great possibility that I didn't see our real, REAL cozy blanket.

Oh well, at least we got to stop and get a Mr Whippy ice-cream at a the wildest petrol station I've seen in a while. I got the last ice-cream of the season. I was pretty happy.

I wanted to take photo's of the inside but I was weary that there might be some wild boars about to jump out if I did. Every turn I took there was the lady shop keeper. I guess she was protecting her hard work.

So I bought a bright red bandanna instead and tied it around my neck.

Just a little town in the middle of somewhere.



Indian Rocks, Yosemite N.P.

Good evening dear world out there. It's an unfortunate thing sometimes when you just don't have a power outlet nearby. This is one thing I didn't think off before we began our journey. Well, we did in a way. We have a charger that plugs into our car while we drive and charges our machines for us, but those machines don't stay charged forever and we sure don't like being in the car all that long.

Some places we have been lucky to score a power outlet right next to us, but most of the time, so far,  we are not around too much society, nor service, nor power. Which, I am mighty grateful.

There is so much to tell and so many wonderful photo's to share with you, yet so little time here, in no power outlet world. I would never have thought I would be searching for power. Geez, on a peaceful, cross country journey through lands so far from any world I know and the first thing I wonder is, "I really hope there is Internet". Pitiful.

So this is me leaving you, just for another few days until we reach Tuscon Arizona, with my Ansel Adams inspired black and whites of Yosemite National Park. For anyone reading at home, that's in California. These were taken after a five mile hike (I won't go much further), ending up at Indian Rocks. Nice one.

P.S. my absolute dream while on this trip was to be able to sit back in the evening and share the last couple of days with you. Writing and exploring my photo's. It has been a little 'skewif', a little wild if you will. At times. Just chaotic. Just spectacular.

Everything you need to make a memorable journey.

Freestyling through the puddles: Ashland, Oregon

On a very, very wet morning sometime last week, Glenn and I rolled into Ashland, Oregon. Although we had planned to spend some time there, we thought we would have been camping. Not to worry, there is always the Shakespeare Inn. Where you can enjoy jumping to and from a warm-from-the-rain swimming pool to a steaming hot tub. This is where you can watch people come and go from the Inn and also watch local deer nibbling from neighbouring shrubs. On the main road into town.

Ashland is more than happy for you to wander up and down it's theatrical streets, dodging Hamlets, Romeos and even Juliet's. You can get yourself lost through Lithia Park where a man will be waiting by the slippery slide for the rain to stop in case you want to take your inner child on a memorable ride. They must not experience the rain in great lengths.

You will see a sign reading; "DANGER: YELLOW JACKETS". Be careful to verify with your husband what this is exactly. Is it a fish, like where I come from? No, it is not. It is a BEE. A tried-to-killer-me bee. When you feel like you just ran through a poisonous cobweb, DO rip your shirt off and run through the forest topless. If anything, it psychologically allows you to feel free of the killer bee's sting.

Ashland was just, pretty great. I very much will live in a big small town soon. It's just too alive not to.

One humble night

You may chuckle, you may think me a raving story teller, but really, I am very, very exhausted. How could that be you may ask? Driving and camping around the country at your leisure? Waking up and lighting a fire? Well, Glenn lights the fire and I make encouraging shoulder shrugs trying to get warm. Journey's are just tiring sometimes.

This was our fist night camping. Our first night on the road we had the chance to experience life as a duck, or say, a floating log, but decided to reside at a quuuuuaint bed and breakfast. Quaint it was.

It feels like so long ago that we were there. In real life, it has only been nine days. What tha?? In nine days we've done a lot. You'll see. Real soon. Tomorrow morning. Gotta get some sleep so I can get those, those, I can't think right now.

Hello again. Last night I was so exhausted when I wrote this that I forgot to tell you where we camped on our first night. Crater Lake is where we camped. For two nights. The first night was toasty. The second night rained. That is correct. We were the ultimate Blue Tarp Campers. Minus the tarp. We were more mesmerized by the rain dripping down the tent and into our savouring dry zone than we were about the fire. Though Glenn still maintained the fire best as he could until I lost all faith of the rain stopping, and speechlessly went to bed.