Day Four | ||
Butte, MT -> Baker City, OR |
546 Miles |
Getting gas in the middle of the woods.. Last gas for 78 Miles. Back roads rule.
Hey.. I found John Denver!! Just kidding.. This is the man that sold us the gas. If you kill a bear in the area you have to bring it to him to pull a tooth out as proof for the government.
Brilliant sign. Whoever put this sign up needs to get dropped off at 42nd and Broadway for some education.
Lunch with a view (see panorama) Damn that Wal-Mart, but the people really do make the difference.
not exactly sure how everything except the tree in this photo blurred. Wish I knew.. it kicks ass.
Bighorn sheep. We've been very lucky with the wildlife. However my father keeps scaring the hell out of me "Billy!! Look!!" As he slams on the brakes.
"You talkin' to me?" Poor thing.. thinks the farmer is feeding him because they're friends.
Curves in Hell's Canyon are really that tight. The sign's not kidding.
Hell's canyon hills. I started getting motion sick from all of the curves..
Baker City train. Kept us from getting into bed at a decent hour..