Sunday 17 September 2000:
Oregon, where the wind goes whistling through the trees

The next subject is too painful for Elisabeth to talk about. We stopped to get gas in Crescent City, and Elisabeth discovered that in this gentle northern land, they trust their fellow man enough to allow for the efficient "pay after you pump" method of gas payment. The attendent thought she was odd for trying to pay ahead of time, and Elisabeth returned to the car dazed, lost, and confused.

After eating, and watching very stupid endangered birds, we decided that we had come up this way already and so we might as well see the caves. This was probably a wise decision, as the caves were cavernously cavish and interesting. We saw bats. Jon wishes he were a dwarf, though I have doubts he fully appreciates the plight of the shorter folk.

After leaving the caves, we drove on some really back country narrow gravel roads through the winding mountains and forest in order to cut across to Medford. It was rather nice to switch into third gear after at least an hour. We got into Medford in the early evening, grumbled about how much lower gas prices were here, and ate some real food that was not prepared over an open fire and actually had quaint trappings of decadent civilization like cactus-shaped tortilla chips. We would have stayed at our friendly Motel 6, but they charged four dollars more than the decent, respectable Economy Inn next door. Mono was very hungry when we plugged him in, but he recovered enough to allow us to play a few games of risk to inaugarate our return from the wilds.

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