It seems nobody has ever heard of Painted Hills. I can see why after driving there. It is truly in the middle of nowhere.
|Drove from yellow circle on the right to |
yellow circle on the left vial the
red marker in the middle of nowhere.
The weather was a bit soggy and bleak.
During this trip our new motorhome and car were each named. Have you ever seen the old video footage of the Hindenburg just before it exploded? It lumbers slowly around in the sky. When I'm driving the motorhome it feels like that looks.
The suspension or whatever holds it all in place just doesn't work so the whole thing just kind of slowly leans one way then the other. When it's windy or the roads are bad it's a bit difficult to keep it between the lines. Therefore, I have named her The Hindenburg. We are researching ways to improve this problem.
We named the car Carla. She's cute, perky and follows along behind the Hindenburg nicely but when you drive her she gets on your last nerve (my sciatic nerve). I used to know a woman named Carla who was very similar in nature.
Lest you think we don't like our new home and car, we do. However, I have to see the humor in my life wherever it presents itself. Carla and the Hindenburg are prime examples.
The drive to Painted Hills was all two lane highway and there were a lot of mountainous ups and downs. The Hindenburg has a gas motor and it's a bit light in the power department. We drug poor Carla up and down the mountains using our emergency flashers on the up parts because we were so slow. Thank goodness there wasn't a lot of traffic out there. There were also a lot of slow vehicle turn outs.
We wanted to arrive around 4:00 in the afternoon for the best light.
|Waiting patiently for us to return.|
By the time we pulled in, unhooked the car and drove into the very small park we were right on time.
There is nowhere to camp with hookups within 40 miles of Painted Hills so we knew we needed to move on after seeing the park so we could get hooked up to electric for the night. We saw a really great boondocking site near the park but we would have had to run the generator all night in order to run Rob's oxygen machine. Those are the times we wish we had solar power.
We finished our park visit, hooked the car back up and headed toward Prineville, Oregon. We arrived after dark but we did OK finding the RV park and getting set up.
|Murphy enjoyed the park too.|
We now have an extensive list of issues for our repair appointment on Thursday. Nothing is really major fortunately. It will be nice to use our furnace without listening to the screeching intake fan.
|Close up view of the hills.|
Rob is getting his new passenger seat installed today. It reclines and has heat and massage. He'll be much more comfortable with his feet up and it will decrease his foot and leg pain when we are traveling.
On a side note. After we arrived at the campground Monday night I was setting things up and found the remote control for our bathroom fan in the toilet. When we had the fans installed they mounted the control in a holder directly above the toilet. Poor placement I'd say. It's not working quite right and may have to be replaced. ;-)