Tuesday 3rd October - day 14. Lost Creek to Cape Blanco. After another cold night we woke to beautiful sunshine in an open parkland setting . We were surrounded by large trees in all shades of green, gold and red. Our camp spot was perched above the lake and we ran along a path beside the lake to a series of falls and then back home for breakfast and a spot of laundry / housekeeping. We sat in the sun for breakfast before setting off for the West Coast. We ha...

Monday 2nd - Day 13. Diamond Lake, Crater Lake, and onwards west. Another 10 hrs of sleep - snuggled in our thermal pyjamas and under two fluffy duvets - and we woke in a winter wonderland. It had snowed overnight and all the trees and ground around us were dusted white. The flakes were still gently drifting past the window. With the ‘furnace’ on we had a cosy cup of coffee in bed, watching the lake. We decided to explore and ran north along the lake shore...

Saturday 30th - day 11. Sisters to Smith Rock and Bend. Woke gently in the beautiful Cold springs camp ground. Our night had bed. Disturbed only by the sound of wind in the treetops and by the occasional fir cone landing on the roof of the van. Sun was filtering through trees onto the forest floor which was littered with pine needles and fircones. Breakfast was s big treat today - we had read about the Cottonwood Cafe in our guidebook and it did not disappoi...

Sunday 1st October Day 12. Sisters to Bend to Crater Lake. When we woke we heard rain gently pattering in the roof of the RV and couldn’t help but be secretly pleased that we could justify a lie in! When we opened the curtains, however, there were shafts of sunlight shining through the trees and lighting up the little stream nearby. The ashes of last night’s pine needle and fir cone fire looked rather sad. What to do today? Well, research suggests that wha...

Friday 29th September - day 10. Oregon dunes to Sisters. We woke to the sound of rain on the roof of the RV and looked out of our steamed up windows to see grey skies and rain falling onto the tarmac outside. A low moment. Taking a deep breath we set off to look for the beach. The sky was grey and the rain fell steadily but we persevered and were glad we did. Heading in the direction where we could hear the surf, we ran through a small thicket of shrubs and ma...