July 17 – Monday – Maine to Dawson House Lodge, Chemult,
ORE 2 hours south of Bend
The travel day started at 9am Sunday from our SO China
driveway where Judd had to go jump start his own “Big Blue” truck in order to
sell it to the guy, also standing in the driveway. The deal was done, minus $100, and we were off to Biddeford Pool to see the
Taft/Smiths in their new summer cottage. Amazing home and vistas; super
hospitality and chowdah..
Arrived Boston Airport Hilton via Australian Siri…..barely…..after
a few loops in Ted Williams tunnel.
$39/day for parking –
Are you serious????
dinner at Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market with the Korean navy in
town
we DID see the premiere of the last Game of Thrones season—thank
you hotel TV
6am flight to Portland Ore : hippy looking dudes in airport,
pirate-y looking, kilt-wearing, triangle hat dude—we pegged them as “Oregonians—yeah,
we got that.”
Not 20 min into the 5.5hr flight, the steward calls
overhead, “if there’s a physician on board, please push your call light.” I’d always wanted to deliver a baby in-flight..…but
have never gotten to. I got to reassure a youngish patient that the experienced
reaction she was having from mixing a couple “unprescribed meds” wasn’t
critical. But the steward was super friendly afterwards. Towards the end of the
flight, we started seeing snow-capped ice cream cone mountains below. The man in the seat next to me was pointing
out Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams and at one point, Mt. Rainier in the distance. The
dude from Poland worked at one of the dams along the Columbia River, which Judd
has been studying due to our recent enchantment with The Oregon Trail book. (We’re
reading it together in anticipation of our cross-country drive to Oregon but I
have sworn Judd off the covered wagon crap.)
Once in Portland, we decided to drive to Crater Lake via
Bend, a little further inland, and the drive was stunning. We were mostly stunned because around every
curve in the road there was another white capped mountain. Mt. Hood is about
twice the elevation of Mt. Katahdin where we recently camped. What we thought
were mountains in the East are pretty itty bitty mountains compared to the
west. We had a break in Bend and a fabulous lunch at Spork.
We pulled into our sleep-over town about 5:00pm. (Chemult) The inn keeper
said she had just given our reserved-for-over-a month-room to someone else by
mistake. We said we didn’t care which
room we got so she remedied the issue quite quickly. This is a frontier-like town RIGHT on the
highway 97. We had to dodge 16 wheelers in either direction to cross over to
the Subway at the local gas station or to schlepp our ice chest with tonic back
from the “Market: grocery, hardware, fishing, camping, hot deli.” It appears the Wheel Café is not open for
dinner. We could go to the Chalet (this must be a destination resort town in
the ski season) but decided to go for Subway salads on our porch. We were
exhausted from the travel day.
And then a day later, Carol and Omer tell us we stayed in
the haunted Jessop RooM!!!!!!
Yikes!
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