I was surprised to hear rain on the roof during the night. I’m not sure how long it lasted, but it didn’t sound very heavy. This morning I woke to a partly cloudy day with ever increasing wind. By late afternoon a strong wind was blowing across the river. The high temperature for the day was just over seventy.
Today’s big activity was a grocery run and a start at exploring the area. The grocery shopping wasn’t the most successful trip I’ve made. The relatively new and large Super Walmart seemed to be out of stock for many of the items I wanted to buy. Despite the rather bad vibe, I managed to get enough food for another week or so.
I learned a little bit more about the history of the area. After spending last weekend on the historic Oregon Trail, I’m now on the route of the 1804 Lewis and Clark Expedition. The Corp of Discovery came down the Snake River to the Columbia. A state park named for Sacajawea is at the confluence of the rivers not far from here. I hope to visit the park while I’m in the area.
At the campground a lot of turn over happened today. The weekend visitors are starting to arrive. There is a real diversity of equipment present. Many sites have tents, but the RVs range in size up to diesel pushers bigger than my little gas Class A. So far I haven’t seen as many boats as I saw last weekend in Oregon, but the river is definitely the draw. It will be interesting to see what happens over the weekend.
Today’s temperature only made it into the lower half of the eighties. It was a much more comfortable day than the previous two. Late in the day the wind picked up and cooled things down even more. Tomorrow may be cooler.
I’m finally acclimated to the Pacific Time zone. Ever since I crossed into this time zone last Friday, I’ve been waking up and getting up early. This morning I didn’t wake up until after 8AM. As a result my day started slowly and my ambition level was low most of the day. During the afternoon I took a walk along the park nature trail. It was a nice walk, but I missed seeing any plants in blossom or any kind of animal life. Listening told me that there were birds and possibly frogs, but I didn’t see any of them. Later in the day I saw one lone seagull along the river. I guess that will have to satisfy my wildlife viewing desire for the day.
This campground doesn’t have water hookups at each site. You are expected to use your own tanks or use water jugs filled from one of the water taps scattered throughout the campground. My campsite is next to one of the taps. It may come in handy if my tank gets low, but right now it’s an annoyance. The two little boys at the next campsite know how to turn it on, but can’t seem to figure out how to turn it off. Most of the time their parents come out to close the faucet and get the kids home. I’ve had to shut it off once. My new neighbors across the street have upped the ante. The grandmother brought her two young grand kids over to the water tap to play. She showed the kids how to fill spray bottles with water. It wasn’t long before the kids were standing under the water faucet getting soaked while she watched from the road ten feet away from the splashing water. This is a desert area. Isn’t water conservation an important concept?
My low level of ambition today kept me from getting out of the campground. I’m starting to run low on supplies. Tomorrow I’ll have to at least make a grocery run, but hopefully I’ll start to form a touring plan for the area. With more than two weeks planned in the area, I’ve been slow getting out and touring.
It was another hot day. The temperature peaked around ninety, but a light wind kept conditions comfortable if you were out of the direct sun. It is not humid. The dry heat warrants a lot of water drinking. The next few days are forecast to be cooler.
I spent the day getting settled in for my two week stay and exploring Hood Park. The park is an Ary Corp of Engineers facility on the east bank of the Snake River. It is located down stream from the Ice Harbor Lock and Dam and just up stream from the merge with the Columbia River. It is possible for products and trade goods to come all the way up river from the Pacific Ocean or the reverse. There are terminals for grain and fuel on the far bank of the river.
In addition to the campground there is a large day use area with a beach on the river and a boat launch area. On this hot day there were a lot of families with kids swimming and playing in the river. A few people were using the picnic area and a half a dozen empty boat trailers were in the parking lot. Later in the day I saw a few boats return to the boat ramp from fishing up river toward the dam. The campground and day use area have plenty of shade trees and lots of green grass, but the park staff needs to work to keep it that way. During the first half of the day a maintenance worker was continuously turning sprinklers on, adjusting there flow for maximum coverage and then turning them off after everything got a good soak. If they had the water pressure to turn them all on at once it would be a real wet show.
My other activity today was catching up on my internet based reading. After spending the weekend without net access, I had many blogs and news sources to catch up on. I usually spend more than an hour a day reading RV related blogs. Today I spent more than three hours catching up. The other impact of my weekend network isolation is the loss of momentum making reservations for August and September. In the middle of last week I was getting ready to commit to a few more reservations. I need to find that momentum again.
I woke up this morning to strong winds again. Since it was a travel day, I hoped it would calm down quickly like the last two days. When I left the Farewell Bend State Park at 10:30, it was a little better. I would have to contend with the wind all day.
The journey west on Interstate 84 roughly parallels the path of the Oregon trail. The road was very up and down. It eventually climbed about two thousand feet from my weekend base. About half of the elevation was given back on a long winding six percent down grade. Some of the scenery was beautiful, but I really couldn’t enjoy it. I had to watch the road closely and do all of the driving. Cruise control in the mountains isn’t a viable option. The trucks would pass me on the flat sections of the road. I’d slowly pass many of the trucks on the uphill sections when fast moving cars would allow me to get into the passing lane. On the downhill it was a toss up. Some of the truckers just let the rig roll going down hill. I try to keep the speed slow enough that I’m in control without over stressing the brakes. The whole way I was thinking about the difficulty of crossing the area in a wagon pulled by horses or oxen.
I’m at Hood Park on the Snake River just north of its merge with the Columbia River. It is in southern Washington near the tri-cities of Kennewick, Pasco and Richland. The location is a little further north into Washington than I thought. I miss interpreted the scale of the map. What I thought was twelve to fifteen miles turned into forty five. My plan is to range out from here on day trips over the next two to three weeks. We’ll see how well that goes.
I have internet and cell phone again. Before I post this blog entry I will be posting the last three days. Since I’m back dating them, they may not alert subscribers. Here are links to each of them:
Strong winds for a few hours after sunset seem to be a common occurrence in this area. It happened again last night and seems to be happening tonight as I write this blog entry. The wind really stirs up everything and makes a lot of noise, but it also manages to flush any of the lingering heat of the day away. The temperature made it up to about 90 degrees today under a full sunny sky.
The Price Valley Heli-Rappellers with the Payette National Forest had an exercise going on in the front of the park today. It was kind of hard to figure out what they were doing. They seemed to be practicing loading and unloading the helicopter. I didn’t see any actual repelling from the copter. I just saw several take off and landings by the helicopter with lots of stuff getting loaded and unloaded between trips. It was interesting but noisy.
I watched more boats being launched and recovered from the boat ramp. All of today’s boats were towed by pickup trucks and SUVs. One interesting difference between these boats and the once on the east coast is the majority are made of aluminum. Fiberglass boats are in the minority. Many of the aluminum boats are quite large and have enclosed cabins.
The campground has become quiet. All of the weekend campers and boaters have departed. They started pulling out early this morning and continued until the 1PM checkout time. There weren’t a lot of new arrivals this afternoon. I’ll be leaving tomorrow to travel to the confluence of the Snake and Columbia river on the Oregon Washington State boarder about half way across the state. It is a little over 200 miles from here.
The wind blew hard last night. It helped cool yesterdays 90 degree high temperatures down to comfortable sleeping weather. The only trick was treating the noise of the wind as white noise. Sometime during the night it calmed down, but the wind returned for a while this morning. Eventually it died down again and the temperature of the bright sunny day reached the high eighties.
The Farewell Bend State Recreation Area is a little green oasis on the side of the Snake River Brownlee Reservoir. It is surrounded by steeply rolling grass covered hills. I spent the day exploring the park. It has a large day use area with a boat launch in addition to the campground. Many of the visitors are here for the fishing in the reservoir. Walking through the campground it is not surprising to see boats in addition to tents, trailers and motorhomes. One thing I hadn’t seen before, that I think is for freshly caught fish, is small chest freezers sitting beside the power pedestal. I saw two different tent campers that had similar top loading chest freezers on there campsite. One tent camper with a boat also had a small white refrigerator about half the size of the freezer siting beside it.
The other surprising thing I saw was a full size class A motorhome launching a boat. They managed to accomplish the task without getting the RV wet, but the motorhome drivetrain sure protested loudly as it pulled the boat out of the water and up the steep ramp. The owners must really want to use their boat to risk a one hundred thousand dollar plus motorhome at the bottom of a boat ramp. I saw another motorhome with a boat heading for the ramp later in the day, but I didn’t watch the “bizzar” act.
Reading and watching TV filled out the rest of my day. Not having internet access and no local TV stations to watch the news causes a real change in my routine. I really don’t know what’s going on in the world. I’m still writing this blog every night, but it won’t get published until I arrive at my next destination on Monday.
Today was a long travel day from Arco Idaho to the Farewell Bend State Recreation area near Huntington Oregon. Farewell Bend is about twenty five miles northwest of the state line with Idaho along Interstate 84. Its name is derived from the point where the Oregon trail leaves the Snake River and heads in a more westerly direction.
My travel day was across many different types of terrain and roads. The first third of the trip was on two lane roads that varied from sixty miles per hour to twenty five through towns. Once I reached Interstate 84 it was just a long haul. I went through desert land, farm land, ranch land and city scape on the journey. The city scape in Boise was fairly easy with three, four and five lanes on the interstate highway.
I departed Arco at 10:30 Mountain Daylight time and arrived at my destination just before 4PM Pacific Daylight time. The six and half hour elapsed time includes one stop for gas and an hour long stop at the Oregon Welcome center. Farewell Bend State Park is on the side of the Snake River Brownlee Reservoir. When I arrived there were many empty sites with reservation placards on the sign posts. By six it was completely full of weekend campers. I’ll be here until Monday without cell phone service and no over the air TV. I managed to get a satellite signal through the trees, so I’m not completely without entertainment.
A thunderstorm is overhead this evening as I write this blog entry. The day started sunny and dry. The temperature was in the mid seventies shortly after 3PM when the big black clouds of a thunderstorm made their way slowly over the mountains and down the valley. By 5PM it started to brighten up again, but the temperature had cooled down significantly. All was calm until 9PM, when the current storm started to make its presences known.
I drove to the Sun Valley Idaho area today. It is over a couple of mountain ridge lines and across wide valleys. I couldn’t help thinking about the pioneers heading for Oregon in the 1830s. There weren’t any roads and only very basic maps. Most of the details were only known to trappers that had hunted the area previously. The rivers, mountains and other hazards make the journey near impossible. Even today when you cross a mountain ridge and drop down to the floor of a wide valley you are surrounded by mountains. The road is the only thing that tells you how to get out of the valley. It looks like a solid wall of mountains in every direction. The wagon train guides would probably know the general direction of a suitable pass to get out of the valley, but scouts would still need to explore ahead to find the best way across the valley. My journey to Sun Valley took around an hour and a half. It would have taken a wagon weeks.
Following the roads and direction signs I crossed the last valley and turned north. The valley gradually got narrower and tourist towns became more frequent. The speed limit dropped to 25mph in every community and the traffic increased. I passed a busy airport with several expensive private jets and a small Delta Airlines jet on the tarmac. This was a sure sign I was approaching an upscale resort area. Traffic continued to increase the further north in the valley I traveled. Eventually I saw green ski runs on one of the mountains to the west. This was my only clue that I’d reached the main area of the valley. Most of the bigger resort areas seemed to be well off to the east and west at the base of the mountains. The traffic didn’t allow me time to see things or figure out where to turn to see more of the area. After traveling several miles north of the center of the action I turned around and returned through the towns. The drive was an interesting overview of the area. If I were staying nearer for a longer period of time, it would be fun to hike some of the trails or ride the bike trail.
Back at camp, between thunderstorms, I got most of the outside tasks completed for tomorrows travel day. I’m moving on about 275 miles into Oregon. The state park I have reserved for the weekend has a check in time of 4PM and it’s in the next time zone. Check out here is at 11AM, so I’m going to have to kill time somewhere along the way.
I have read notes on the internet that the cell service at my destination is not good. I may not be able to update this blog while I’m at my campsite. If that is the case, I will still write a daily entry, but the posts will be delayed until I’m in an area with cell service.
The temperature got down into the high fifties overnight, but it warmed up quickly this morning. The temperature peaked in the low eighties during the late afternoon. The predicted chance of thundershowers never materialized.
This was a day with a divided purpose. I got in some touring of the area and I got some chores done too. After breakfast this morning I set out on a drive up US93 to the northwest. It’s a nice drive through broad valleys with tall mountains on both sides. There is a combination of open land, ranch land and farm land on the valley floor. You pass through small towns with population counts well less than a thousand. Some were closer to one hundred. The town of Acro, that I’m staying in, has three or four gas stations a couple with convenience stores, but any shopping of significance is a long way away. I don’t think the valleys would be a nice place to be in the winter. If you don’t head south in the winter, you’d have to hibernate most of the time.
When I got back from my one hundred and sixty mile drive, I settled in to complete a few chores. It has been a while since I caught up on the laundry. Today was the day. I got two loads done this afternoon. It will be close to three weeks before I’m at another campground that I know will have laundry facilities. I don’t run out of clean clothes. I run out of places to stash the dirty clothes once the hamper is full.
I also spent some time on the computer making a couple of more summer reservations and working on finalizing a few others. I’m all set most of the way through July, but then it gets sketchy. This afternoon I took a reverse approach and started searching for a place for the Labor day holiday weekend. Once I get that filled, I’ll back fill the month of August from that fixed location. I’ve got a couple of leads that I’ll think about tonight and probably act on tomorrow.
This morning I finished packing the RV and dumped my holding tanks in preparation for travel. I got on the road about ten. It was a good travel day with a sunny sky, but the sun was never in my eyes and the glare was manageable.
Most of my travel was north on Interstate 15. The road goes north in the Salt Lake valley through farm and ranch lands. Near the Utah Idaho boarder the road climbs over some mountains before leveling off on the Snake River plain in Idaho. The I-15 corridor on the plain is mostly farm land with a few ranches thrown in on the mountain sides. At the community of Blackfoot I turned west on US highway 26. This road gradually moves out of farm land into more rock and desert land.
I’m staying in Arco Idaho for the next three nights. It is on the west side of the Snake River Plain where the mountains start again. To the west and north of here are some of the highest mountains in the state. To transition into Montana northwest of here you need to cross to the east side of the continental divide. That mysterious line of water flow direction makes some real twists in this area.
I’ve stayed at the Craters of the Moon Arco KOA before. When I couldn’t find a suitable place to stay on the Interstate 84 corridor across Idaho, I returned to this campground. I enjoyed my stay in the area in 2017. I probably will not return to Craters of the Moon National Monument on this visit, but I’m thinking of driving into the mountains possible to Sun Valley.