Winchester Bay

The Oregon dunes offer many opportunities from the adrenalin rush of flying over the sand in a off road vehicle to more contemplative experiences, like watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. I sampled both and managed to get a few photos as well. "The cycle of Life" might be a title for this shot, water oozes from the sandy dry dunes on its journey from the mountain tops back to the sea. Close to the end of its journey it pauses for one last sunset before sinking into the salty depths waiting to rise up into the clouds and a new cycle begins. 

Silver Falls

Lower South Falls 93 ft high in Marion County and is one of more than 10 falls in the area.This 8.7 mile hike is well worth the walk. You can walk behind four of the falls. Spring and winter I'm told are the best times, go early in the morning and only the roar of the falls not the crowds will be your reward.

Desert Derelict

While exploring the abandoned Eureka mine in Death valley came across this desert derelict, I think maybe its a DeSoto, only a guess from the grill. In the background is the old mine camp.

Charcoal Kilns

Wildrose Canyon, high up above Death Valley these kilns where built around 1877 and used to make charcoal for the local smelters. While exploring these 25 foot high rock kilns I heard a erie angelic sound coming from one of the 10 kilns. I poked my head into the dark interior and waited for my eyes to adjust, there standing in the middle of the oven was a man chanting and singing. The sound was etherial and drumming as he sang his song as rich as any cathedral. Later as he emerged he told us he was a classically trained singer and if it wasn't so difficult to get to the kilns he would bring a choir and record the sound that echoed through the oven. He said give it a try but for some reason my song was not so inspiring.

Darwin Falls Death Valley

This is a shot of lower Darwin Falls, the falls is located in Death Valley. The falls is tucked into a steep and narrow canyon. This lush cool oasis is shielded from the desert heat as seen in the upper left of the photo by the precipitous plutonic rock canyon. The canyon is rich with wildlife and plants.

Walker Lake

Walker Lake lies in the Great Basin in Western Nevada. It is fed by the walker River and has no outlet, evaporation and absorption are slowly shrinking the lake. Increased salinity is killing off most of the native fish species. It is a desolate and dyeing lake and has one of the largest military ammunition depots on its souther shore.

The Wreck Of the Peter Iredale

Once again mist envelopes the The Peter Iredale. In 1906 in thick mist and a rising tide the Iredal was blown onto the Clatsop spit at the mouth of the Columbia River. All hands survived. Life on the grave yard of the Pacific is still treacherous just days before taking this shot the Sara Joe ran aground on the Coos Bay Bar with the loss of the Captains life.  


Hiked into the desert and spent the day with two of the tricksters of the desert. The wily Coyote and the Raven. Both only show themselves if it suits there needs. The raven will come and ask for a gift, then he will dance and talk to you, once distracted he will like a gypsy fly off with your lunch. The coyote sneaks in, grins and leads you in circles out into the desert in a game of tag.


Sand Storm

Hiked into Mosaic Canyon and discovered one of the best features of the desert, new friends. Met Mike and Lisa and we decided to meet later over a glass of wine.

Things started to look a little funky along the ridges and soon the trailer was starting to rock. It hit with a vengeance, sweeping across the desert, howling like a coyote, sand storm. We camped just west of the Mesquite Dunes at Stove Pipe wells and the wind decided to move the dunes to our place. Through every crack and crevice it seemed to get into everything. If it wasn't tied down it was gone!

We could barely see our friends camp but wine was at stake. Rosy was out the door like a old desert prospector on the trail of gold, hunched over shuffling over the sand disappearing into the maelstrom. Only dim shapes and a blob of light showed the way. After some wine and laughs it was time to head back to camp. Bent over into the wind and sand we crawled back to our trailer. ha "our trailer" seemed like soon it would belong to the wind and desert . Rocking, groaning, howling and that was just Rosy you should have heard the wind! Unknown to us Lisa's little dog had followed us out the door, I'm sure it went across the desert like a tumble weed in the wind. They found it caked in sand and I'm sure happy to be back. The storm raged most of the night, in the morning some of the tenters  were gone along with some of our stuff but we got some new stuff to, gifts from the sand storm.


Camp 4 Winnemucca, a bit of a coincidence here, I discovered that I only brought one of my slip on shoes along leaving the other at home. Winnemucca turns out is named after an Indian Chief of the same name which loosely translated as "one moccasin". Hey I don't make this crap up!

Tomorrow its off to Death Valley and time slow down and smell desert.

Walla Walla

Camp two, Walla Walla, I'm not sure why they have to say it twice. Onions is what they do here and turns out we have one in the fridge that we brought from home. A well traveled onion I'd say, I was thinking of releasing it back into its field after completing an odyssey like that but we had a salad for supper and it got diced. I'm telling you it brought tears to my eyes. Might slip into Idaho we have some spuds that seem a little excited.     

First Camp Rosalia

Picked this site for our first camp just because Rosy liked the sound of it, Rosalia. A quaint little town and we camped next to Colonel Steptoe State Park. This monument commemorates the battle in 1878 in which Steptoe was attacked and surrounded by natives, many of his men killed. Apparently instead of loading his wagons with ammo he chose whisky. Out of bullets and about to be slaughtered instead of fighting to the end he sneaked away under the cover of darkness. Seems to me Colonel Steptoe should have been called Colonel Tiptoe.

Pulled out through town Sunday morning, Priest and two children where ringing the church bell and they waved as we passed.

Southern Ramble

This Blog will be the repository for our adventure/road trip into the wilds of the south. Where we go and what we do to some extent will be determined by you. What we need from you is your ideas, favorite places, or perhaps experiences that you have enjoyed and wish to share. We have no firm destination and intend to, as I call it drift.

So bring it, share it and we"ll try do it.

As launch day gets closer the crew is packing gear and checking our equipment. there is a hum and sense of excitement building.

Lets meet the crew:

Jesse (the wonder dog) a 12 year old black lab. Tasked with scheduling pit stops and head of security. Goals: Lay in the sun and licking parts of his anatomy that some wish they could also do (not his but their own, I think) 

Joyce or as she likes to be called when on the road "Rosy". Age undetermined and supervisor of everything and everybody. Goals: sample the nectar of the gods (red) and lay in the sun. (I sense that the sun weighs heavily in this trip)

And me Ron "Easy" Peace, age crusty, tasked with driving, mechanical, IT tech, communications, cook, porter, dishwasher, gigolo (apprentice), navigation, scribe, guide, first aide, masseuse, wine steward, photographer, counselor and all domestic services as directed. Goals: Not to piss off the rest of the crew.

As you may have noticed from the above, being the scribe/reporter does give me a little power. The only casualties will be the truth and the English language.

So if you wish follow along with our GPS tracker "SPOT" and Google Earth. Help by sending in your comments and suggestions.  Together who knows what we might find!