In this picture: Luke, Wizard island, and Luke's invisible wizard hat.
I thought Oregon would be a let-down after northern California, but this area was full of valleys, weird mesas, farm fields, and this mountain that may or may not have been Mt. Hood. I just pretended we were very, very fast hobbits on our way to throw a ring in the volcano. Very fast hobbits.

I probably should have turned around and taken a picture of the glorious crashing surf behind me, but this is alright too.

This one-lane bit of blacktop was fantastic. It took us off the highway, up along a ridgeline, and deposited us a mile up our original road after a 20 mile loop. Or at least that what the plan was before we got lost...

There were four of us on the trip. Harper, Luke, Myself, and John Jameson.