Go ahead. Try to guess what came home with us in the trunk.
As we're driving along the highway, somewhere between John Day and Pendleton, City Boy shouts out, "Hey! I just saw some fur! Should we go back? Could be there are neat bones, too." At this point in the trip I had a throbbing headache, so I pretended not to hear him. I didn't want to go backwards, I just wanted to head to the next hotel where I could unfold myself from the car and take a nice, long bath.
Darling, however, has a sense of adventure. Also, apparently, a need for bones. Before I could protest, the car had made a reverse there in the middle of the highway and we were headed back up the hill in search of fur, and possibly bones.
After about a mile, the fur came into view, and City Boy pulled over onto the shoulder. I opened my door and was greeted by a horse skull, complete with jaw hair and a partial ear. Can we say "Charming"? No, I didn't think so.Okay, so my City Boy doesn't wear a cowboy hat, boots or spurs. He has no problem, however, putting the head of a dead horse into the trunk of our car to bring home. Whatever...as long as I don't wake up with it in my bed come morning!
A few more Drive By Shootings...
Lake Kachess, on Snoqualmie Pass (this is one that didn't show up the first day.)
Wild? Probably not. But that's what they'd look like!
Plenty of scenery like this along the way.One of many abandoned homes along the way; this one near Fox, Oregon.
Tomorrow I'll have more photos and the story of the Whitman Mission for you. A very tragic story. The buildings are gone, but the story lives on.
Alice Clarissa Whitman died here, in what used to be a river bed.
She was just two years old, and the first white child born in the region.
View from the Whitman Memorial over the valley.