Thursday, Friday July 19, 20, 2018 Christmas Valley Oregon
Heading West continuing this adventure
After checking out the bad tire and replacing it with the spare at the Duck Valley Indian Reservation I headed up highway 51 and turned onto the Shoofly Cutoff road that went up along the Snake river more or less heading west.
What’s the big boxes around the fields
I thought maybe bees but when I got a look inside while passing by you could see there were no bee hives in there.
I found out
Somewhere along the line I finally found out. They are used for pollinating the seeds on what they are growing in the field. They use carpenter bees which aren’t really bees. But they do gather a lot of pollen so they are good pollinators. They live in small holes about five sixteenth inch wide and an inch or so deep so all one has to do is put a lot of boards in there with holes drilled in them and get some bugs and that’s it. They are hearty and don’t require any maintenance which is also good. So now you know too.
I drove all day keeping my pace at around 55 miles an hour. At the end of the day I pulled onto a National Forest road and found this spot to camp for the night. It was just past Burns on highway 395 heading west.
There were no mosquitoes and it was nice and peaceful. I woke at day break but stayed in bed until just before ten as I felt like taking it easy today. So I took my time and was on the road around noon heading mostly west.
Christmas Valley, But no Christmas trees
Looking for trees
Aw, big trees, eh
It took awhile to get out of that valley but I finally made it into some big trees and didn’t waste much time taking a dirt road to find a camp spot in the trees as I wanted to stop early today and take it easy.‘
Tonight’s camp spot
My plan right now is to continue a little further west tomorrow and find another camp spot early in the day to relax and enjoy the spot. I’ll likely head on into Port Orford the next day. I noticed a place about a mile from here on the map called Hole in the Ground so I should check it out on the way out.
Adventures are adventures
So far I’ve been having an adventure. Adventures don’t necessarily have to be good all the time, but they are still adventures and I try to make the best of them and except for the tire trouble, it’s been good. Even the tire trouble turned out to be good as I had to stop and meet some of the locals which is not always easy to do. Both guys that helped me with the tire problems where real nice guys and I’ll likely stop in and visit them on the next trip as they are more of friends now. If not for that flat that wouldn’t have happened.
And to top it all off just as an example as I left the computer lab and was leaving town a brown truck was approaching and a big ol arm came out of the window and started waving away. It was Joe, returning from dropping the wood they cut the other day at his buddies.
I gave him a good wave back and a big smile too.
Marty is on his adventure
My buddy Marty who had to abort and go home, went up to his cabin as he has a couple weeks of supplies to use so he continued with his adventure when his plans chanced and still is having an adventure, just not with me.
So it’s what you make it.
Tires seem ok
And right now I’ve driven enough on all my tires to say they are likely ok. With how much damage I had on the one tire I wasn’t sure if the other ones were ok, but they seem to be.
Something I didn’t tell you
On my way in the other day I got on a wrong road and saw this box opened up on the road so veered to miss it. I missed it about a foot with my left front tire, the one I have two holes in. I didn’t see all the stuff until it was too late and I still didn’t know what it was as it happened so fast. But since I was on the wrong road after going a bit to explore, I turned around which brought me back to it so I stopped to see what it was.
Lots of sharp things
Among other things it looks like a Kbob kit as there were over two dozen metal sticks, some steak knifes, ice pick and an assortment of other stuff. The big fork might be what put the two punctures in the tire as the spacing is about right. The box was open and had been run over when I just missed it. The other stuff was scattered around the box about a couple feet. The small slice in the same tire was likely caused crossing Rock creek or I could of hit a rock most anywhere for that one.
That’s it for another adventurous day.
Maybe I’ll get to post this in Roseburg.
posted from Roseburg Oregon, headed to Port Orford.