The Smith River is emerald green and crystal clear. There are rapids in the gorge.
I begin to see Manzanitas again, my favorite tree. They range from ground-cover to 30 feet in height. Their bark can be brown at the base, like a normal tree, but seems to peel off in layers. First there is a red layer, then underneath there can be a yellow layer, smooth as a baby's bottom or sinewy and twisted.
We buy beef, buffalo and elk jerky at a roadside stand, just for the sake of saying we tried them.
Bob has always wanted to see Oregon, so he is especially excited about this part of the trip. The roads and scenery remind him so much of summertime in Mombasha and Monroe, NY, where he grew up.
We see U-Pick flowers along the road, with a gorgeous selection. We can't take any, though, because we have no way of keeping the vase upright during our travels.
There is a store called Burlesque, which has driftwood furniture and toys. Clever!
We are in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. There is a paved bike path along the Rogue River, like a tiny two-lane road below us. What a luxury, to have a two-lane bike path off the road!
On the left, we see farm fields, and rocky prairie with scrubby bushes on the right, interspersed with horse ranches.
At the roadside, there are huge pipes, for a pump storage facility to make electricity. The water is pumped from the Rogue River.
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