Day 67: Oregon, Baby, Gone

The promised land looks a lot like Idaho did, but being the promised land it is infinitely more bearable. We are in Vale, OR, and when we stand on Main Street, we stand on the actual historical Oregon Trail. There are also some trees, which is nice because it's very hot (and will be even hotter tomorrow). We hear that in addition to trees there are 28 murals celebrating the town's history, but so far have only seen one of these. Last night in Caldwell we went to the Canyon County fair and saw some goats and ate ice cream and listened to a man covering Hank Williams, Jr. songs.[insert wry observations tempered by sincere appreciation for the earnestness and tradition and community experience, etc.]

When we got to this campground and asked for a tent site, the woman was like "ahhh, tent sites-- not my favorite..." which was curious, because she was otherwise very friendly. I felt bad, but it would've been silly for us to take a pull through site with a 50-amp hook-up.
Ride on.