I got one! I got one!

The hot, hilly and sage brush covered areas of Eastern Oregon led us all through the Oregon Trail. When we stopped in Baker City to visit the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center (a must see if you're in the area, what a well done visitor center), we too started to feel like those dusty covered wagon travelers ( I had a yoke with two Oxen named Riley and Dylan pulling our load!). A few SAGs were needed to bring us up some unpassable passes above Pendleton and LaGrande, but we worked our way South East to the 105 degree Farewell Bend State Park. Even with the temperatures soaring, we decided to pick up a couple of fishing poles and drop our lines. Dylan yelled, "I got one! I got one!", and promptly reeled in one of his 7 Crappies. Riley also faired well with 6, one fewer than Dylan (they kept an accurate count), but to keep things even, Riley did manage to land the biggest mother at a whopping 8 1/2 inches! (For this Dad, watching your boys reel in a fish is about the most perfect feeling in the World!) Tent camping couldn't have been more fun, if you notice, Dylan's BIG HAIR after climbing out of the sack the second morning (I kept thinking of our friend Timolyn that reminds us to 'let your freak fly.) Lucky for us, Grandma and Grandpa pulled into Farewell Bend with their Air conditioned Motorhome. This gave both Dylan and me one heckuva great 2 hour midday nap! By the way, No cell phone coverage, which I now find as a true luxury! Dehydrated food stinks...avoid it at all costs...