The better half was on a plane bound for the land of humidity. I was bored. So, I hopped into the Element and drove east following the McKenzie River. In short, I decided to check out some of the non-Jersey-esque environs. After driving for some time, I started seeing signs (literally, signs) that I should "carry" chains or traction tires. Now they tell me. The chains were, in fact, carefully tucked away back home in the garage. I was pulled over considering my options when I was passed by a moving truck towing a car that was definitely 2-wheel drive. Decision: onward. --But, with the promise that I'd turn around at the very first spotted snow flake (either falling, or on the ground).
I ended up at Koosah Falls. It was decidedly non-Jersey-esque. Turns out, several years ago a volcano erupted and then some years later there came to be a lake, now known by the local tribes as Clear Lake, and two very pretty waterfalls: one being Koosah Falls and the other called I Don't Remember. From the parking spot, it's a very short, flat walk to the top of Koosah Falls. The water is so clean that you can actually see through it, which many Jerseyans would probably not believe if I ever told them. I also hiked down to the River. (Oh, actually Clear Lake--just a short distance above Koosah Falls is, as it turns out the headlands of the McKenzie River. Which I inferred to mean that it somehow starts there. I thought that was interesting.) There's a trail that leads down the river, also very pretty. The River appears to end at a reservoir, which I surmised was established by some clever prior civilization erecting a damn nearby somewhere. The reservoir was not as pretty as the River and the Falls. But, I enjoyed myself.
Back at the Element, second breakfast had completely worn off. So, I headed back towards home. I stopped nearby at an eating establishment called the Rustic Skillet, which was kind of like a diner. At the Rustic Skillet I had a cheeseburger, fries, 2 pepsis, a slice of 3-berry-and-Rhubarb pie (to go), tipped over 20% and the total bill was an even $10. I love the great outdoors!!
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Gosh, Oregon is pretty. Hopefully next time we're there, we can all go to I Don't Remember Falls. Of course, we'll pack Extra Breakfast because the Great Outdoors brings out the hunger in all of us!
I cannot wait to see it too!
Great pictures Davy - Oregon is really beautiful.
All of you are missing the point - $10???!!
Now that's a trip worth taking!
Screw the $10 price. Admit it. He had you at pie.
True, but I would've had pie there and pie-to-go.
Amateur.
Amen. Two cokes and one slice of pie? Weak.
Dave's going to be crushed that his pie eating skills are in question!
As I don't remember tiered pies at your wedding, I think he'll just have to accept his place in the pie-eating heiarchy...
I hate to make excuses, but I'm quite certain that if it weren't allergy season I would certainly have had a slice there and taken a whole pie to go.
Now i'll have to go back. I'm pretty sure sara is going to be very embarrassed. hierarchy schmierarchy...
I don't know. I foresee a pie-eating contest looming at some future family event...
done.
I won a pancake-eating contest against 3 Elements once; I ate 21 pancakes.
How old were we? I have no memory of it, although, if you were to ask Diane, she would say I have no memory of any of my childhood.
Well, we lived in the 23rd street house, which would put me in 8th grade so I guess you were in 6th. Mom just kept making pancakes. And I felt like crap all day at school.
21 pancakes!! That's absurd. Were they really small pancakes???
(There is an outside chance that Sara can eat 21 empanadas)
They weren't dollar-sized pancakes, nor were they plate-sized. They were normal homemade sized pancakes.
An outside chance? I don't think so. You put a plate of empanadas in front of that girl and she will turn into a goldfish and eat until she explodes.
true that.
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