TRACTOR PARTS

On the way home, we saw a place that had a bunch of junk in the yard. I'm sure that our brother-in-law Jerry White, and friend Chuck Shuros would disagree, since they both restore tractors. I imagine they'd have fun here.

Hey Farmer Fred, I'm just trying to help you!

MAKING OUR WAY BACK

There were many fisherman around the dam area in boats and on a concrete area across the river.

They had to climb a couple hundred steps down and then back up-I hope they caught a few! This is a closer look at that area.

Some of the hills looked like concrete-really different.

I admit to being nervous at times on this road-here's an example of the many, many curves.

Wow, back to safety!

MORE HELL'S CANYON

A better look at the dam.

This is the visitor's center which happened to be closed. Thank God, they had another building with restrooms! Notice the land slide behind it-it's actually across the river.

Looking back at the dam from the visitor's center.

We could hear water, which was a waterfall at the upper end of the parking lot. Here's the middle part.

Isn't it amazing how wildflowers can grow out of rocks?

HELL'S CANYON

(You didn't have to wait long-the wind was bad, so we pulled off early.) Anyway, we finally made it to Hell's Canyon. It was aptly named, because the driving on curvy roads takes forever-when you finally get to the dam, you turn around and creep your way back. It's beautiful, but requires several hours and quite a bit of patience. You also go down low and up high, along the snake river.

Higher.

Different hills.

There were several small waterfalls along the way.

We approached the dam on the high side, although it didn't feel that way.

Crossing the dam, looking the other direction.

THE OTHER HALF

This area had a huge landslide somehow causing a lake.

More wildflowers.

Beginning of strange hills and mountains.

(Sorry, you have to wait for Hell's Canyon-it's a travel day-have to get ready!)

HALFWAY,OREGON

We finally made it this far.

The quilt store didn't make it.

ON WAY TO HALFWAY

We headed out to go to Hell's Canyon which is supposed to be 60 miles from Baker City, with a little town called Halfway, in the middle. Oh, contrare! It's really 100 miles. Before Halfway, and after, are miles of Mother Nature and a hand full of inhabitants. Lots of hills and mountains.

And streams and the snake river.

Many wildflowers.

Strange hills.

Halfway must be close-there's a ranch.