Our Final Days Visiting the Pacific Northwest


Our two-week vacation to the Pacific Northwest ended on a high note; before leaving, we spent the last two days visiting family near Portland, OR, and it was WONDERFUL.

Our last day at the Sunriver Resort in Sunriver, OR was bittersweet.  I still wanted to fit in another day of bike riding and shopping, but you know what they say about all good things having to come to an "end."

We packed our car, programmed the GPS, and braced ourselves for the 3 hour-fifty minute drive to Hillsboro, OR, a city on the west side of Portland.  I'm typically not a fan of long drives, but this one was BEAUTIFUL.  We took US 20 to US 22, passing by places like Tumalo, Sisters, Marion Forks, and the Detroit Lake State Recreation Area.  I could have easily stopped by any of these places to take pictures, but we wanted to meet my cousin and his wife in time for dinner, so there wasn't additional time to wander.  

Huge pine trees towered over us on both sides during most of the drive.

That evening, after getting settled into our final hotel, we met up with Jamie and Vincent for dinner at BJ's Restaurant and Brewhouse in Hillsboro.  

The next day, they promised us a hike in the woods at their favorite park followed by an afternoon of "video games" at the Next Level Pinball Shop and Museum.  (We let them set the itinerary, and they didn't disappoint.  In fact, Little Lewie was beyond thrilled because Vincent and he both share a love for computers and gaming.)

They first took us to Noble Woods Park in Hillsboro, which reminded us much of the time we spent in Olympic National Park.  Similar to Olympic, Noble Woods Park was filled with large trees like the Sitka Spruce, Western Red Cedar, and Western Hemlock; some (like in Olympic) were also covered by moss.  

After our walk and breakfast, we headed to the Pinball Shop, which touts over 450 pinball machines and arcade games.  For just a $20 entrance fee, we could spend the entire day playing as many games as we wanted without needing coins or tokens.  There might have been only one game, a VR one, which required an extra charge.

The number of games we all played was too many to count.  Favorites for me included the Guns 'n Roses, the Simpsons, and the Star Wars pinball machines followed by arcade games like Dig Dug, Donkey Kong, and Q*bert.  Lew and Lewie played lots of driving games, and Vincent and Jamie found the horror games, including a really scary one that involved killing zombies.  (We all tried it out; although, I had a really, really tough time looking at the screen.)

During the next and final day, the boys and girls went their separate ways. Vincent, Daddy Lew, and Little Lewie headed to a music shop and computer store; Jaime and I headed to a New Age book shop.  We came together for one last meal--this time at a cool Indian restaurant.


In all, our last few days visiting Vincent and Jamies were FUN.  (The last time we saw them, they were living out in the desert in Goodyear, AZ; we traveled to see them after visiting the Grand Canyon.)  This time we traveled to see them just outside of Portland, OR after visiting Olympic National Park and Sunriver.

Of course, goodbyes are never easy, especially when your loved ones live all the way across the country.  When I was growing up, cousin Vincent was like a big brother that enjoyed pestering me.  I could always count on him to scare me by showing scary pictures in Fangoria magazine or to embarrass me by giving me presents like a nose-picking award for my tenth birthday.  Perhaps one of my favorite memories is when my cousins and I all went camping in Vermont.  While my mom and aunt left the camper to use the bathroom, Vincent decided to throw his dirty underpants at his two siblings and me.  My younger cousin Billy and I laughed so hard that we almost peed our pants.  In fact, I think Billy might have...(My friends have memories of him teasing them, too, particularly during my birthday parties.)  

I'm glad Lewie had a chance to spend time with my cousin and his wife--first at age seven in Arizona and now at age twelve in Oregon.  Our visits might not be frequent, but they are memorable and a reminder that the best thing you can do with family is to LAUGH and be silly.  Life is just too short for anything else!

Exploring the Mile-Long Lava River Cave near Bend, Oregon


Our trip to central Oregon was fascinating as we had a chance to learn about the terrain, climate, wildlife, and cultural beginnings--both of the Native Americans and early Pioneers.  

Our last day touring this very wild and rustic area brought us to the Lava River Cave, a mile-long lava tube, which is part of the Newberry National Volcanic Monument.  To be honest, visiting the Lava River Cave was on my bucket list of places to visit when I created an itinerary for Oregon.  At one point, I considered signing us up for a two-hour narrated tour; however, when finances became tight, we opted to do the self-guided tour, which was still wonderfully educational.

Up until this point, I had limited exposure to caves; I had seen a few limestone caves, famous for their stalactites or stalagmites, but those experiences never required me to fully explore an underground channel.  A lava cave or lava tube is different.  Formed by a volcanic eruption, a lava tube is created when molten lava flows underground.  When the eruption ends, the lava tube drains of molten rock, but leaves a tunnel behind, which eventually cools and solidifies into black stone.  Fun fact: According to the U.S. National Park Service, "Most lava caves are close to the surface and not too deep underground."

When we first arrived, the parking lot was full; this was expected.  The National Park Service (NPS) had already forewarned us that we might encounter a closed gate to avoid overcrowding.  Still, within 20 minutes, the gate was lifted, and we had a chance to park and purchase our pass.  Then, we were invited to sit in a small seating area where a member of the NPS gave us some pointers about the Lava River Cave.  We learned a little about the ecosystem of the cave, but most of her talk focused on the prevention of white-nose syndrome, an invasive cold-loving fungus that grows on bats' skin, often causing death.  I had heard of white-nose syndrome before but didn't know it was so severe.  In the article, "White-Nose Syndrome Killed Over 90% of Three North American Bat Species," the syndrome was first documented in New York in 2006.  Since then, it has been confirmed in 12 North American bat species, having spread to 35 states and seven Canadian provinces.  Some ways of preventing the disease are as simple as not wearing the same clothes during multiple cave visits.  (Since caving/spelunking is not a a hobby for us, I don't think this will be a problem.)

After the talk, we were encouraged to rent lanterns for $5, which were well worth the investment.  (Prior to going, we had bought headlamps, which we also wore.)  Other tips included the following:

  • Wear close-toed shoes or even hiking boots since the stairs and cave floor can be slippery, rocky, and uneven.
  • Dress in warm layers as the average temperature in the cave is 42 degrees Fahrenheit
  • Consider wearing gloves as the metal handrails are cold
  • Allow at least one full hour and 30 minutes to explore the entirety of the cave round trip.
When we entered the cave, we could easily see why good shoes and a lantern were a must.  To access the cave, one must descend 150 stairs.  Then the light source from the cave opening started to diminish, requiring us to use our lanterns to examine every nook and cranny of the cave floor to avoid slipping on uneven surfaces or even tripping on rocks and boulders.  The cold and dampness could be felt, too.

In some cases, the cave seemed wide and vast; at other points, it became quite narrow.  Lewie, of course, compared it to the game of Minecraft, where he explores the underground cave system.  For me, I felt like a miner exploring a dark, treacherous tunnel.  

By the end of the mile journey and back, I was ready to see daylight again.  I was grateful for the experience but didn't feel this was an epic adventure I wanted to repeat again anytime soon.  Little Lewie enjoyed it, and my husband...well, let's just say that he gave up after 30 minutes.  The stairs were not too kind to his knees and then the narrow parts of the cave didn't help his Closter phobia.  It was a blessing I didn't pay for any long guided cave sessions because my husband just wouldn't have lasted.

In all, the Lava River Cave was a unique experience.  We didn't see any wildlife or bats, but we certainly loved learning about its formation, the ecosystem, and even what we can do to prevent white-nose syndrome. On the way back, the opening looked like the size of a pinhead (see above).  Now I know why I like seeing the bright side at the end of the tunnel--no pun intended.

The High Desert Museum


During our stay at Sunriver, we had two fun day trips--the first to the High Desert Museum and the second to the Lava River Cave--both a short distance from the resort.

Oddly enough, we chose to go to the High Desert Museum on a rainy day.  The weather forecasters on the news were so elated about the rain, we couldn't possibly complain.  (As explained previously, we visited Oregon in July when wildfires seemed to be raging all around us.)

The "High Desert," which encompasses most of Central Oregon, is so named because it has an elevation that averages from 4,000 feet to 6,000 feet above sea level.  (This explains our rather surprising journey to Sunriver when the acres of pine forests suddenly turned into high rock ledges covered in juniper and sagebrush.)

Another fun fact is that the "high desert" formed up to 30 million years ago from lava flows, which means it is covered in volcanic rock.  The area receives little rainfall because the Cascade Mountain Range prevents precipitation from reaching it; therefore, places like Bend, Oregon receive less than 12 inches of rain annually.  Nonetheless, the Oregon High Desert still receives too much rainfall to be classified as an actual desert.  While there is the occasional hedgehog cactus (which grows no more than a foot tall), most of the terrain (particularly around Sunriver) seemed more like sandy grassland mixed with some dry trees and forest.   During the spring, the area boasts colorful wildflowers.  

The two main rivers in Central Oregon are the Crooked River and Deschutes River, which meet to form Lake Billy Chinook (a popular destination for boaters).  During our Sunriver Resort Float Trip, we had a chance to see the Deschutes River up close and personal, which again, gave the illusion that we were floating more through a fertile river valley teeming with wildlife rather than a sandy desert.  

The Animals

I write about our first experiences of Central Oregon because the High Desert Museum boasted a collection of animals much larger than just snakes, turtles, and reptiles--animals of the High Desert include frogs, salamanders, and amphibians; mule deer, elk, coyotes, cougars, bobcats, gray foxes, and red foxes; and badgers, skunks, jackrabbits, porcupines, otters, and beavers (to name a few).  Inside, we had a chance to view their Desertarium, which included animals like snakes, lizards, turtles, tortoises, frogs, fish, and owls.  Here were some of my favorites:

Outside, in another building, there was the Donald M. Kerr Birds of Prey Center, which includes such predators as owls, hawks, eagles, falcons, and vultures, and then our favorite exhibit of all--the Autzen Otter Exhibit!!  Can you tell where we spent the most time?

Many of the animals at the museum were taken in because they were injured and needed to be nursed back to health.  Others are living at the museum permanently because they never learned how to fend for themselves in the wild and are too dependent on humans.

After visiting the animal exhibits, we made it right on time for one of their beloved shows where they introduced us to three animals of the High Desert--a skunk, a badger, and a porcupine.  The employees would walk around the small theater with each animal, so we could see them up close, and then bring them to a central platform where we could all watch each animal's behavior and antics while they spoke about them.  

Our favorite by far was the porcupine.  We learned that porcupines, part of the rodent family, are nocturnal and like to feast on trees (bark, leaves, acorns, beechnuts, twigs, and pine needles); as a result, they can usually be found up in the trees, but predators, of course, have to stay away from their quills.  The average North American porcupine has about 30,000 quills that are like tiny needles with sharp tips and up to 800 barbs on the sides.  While they can't actually shoot or throw their quills, porcupines are protected because the slightest touch can lodge dozens of quills in a predator's body with the barbs making them difficult to remove.  

Did you know that baby porcupines are born with quills?  The quills are soft, warm, and flexible when they are first born, but within hours, they are hard, so ironically, predators are not the only ones that have to be careful around babies.  Mom and Dad Porcupine have to protect themselves, too.  Porcupines (since they don't have tails) can lose their balance in trees, meaning they can fall and prick themselves, too.  Luckily, the quills have an antibiotic coating, so while the quills make life uncomfortable for predators, the quills won't actually cause an infection.  (This is probably because the animal that is most commonly pricked by quills is itself.)

The final part of the show that we LOVED was when the zoologist demonstrated how porcupines climb trees and come down.  Our porcupine friend climbed the tree branch head first, but when it was time for him to come down, he backed down very slowly.  (They don't have good eyesight, and as mentioned before, they don't have a tail for balance.)  


Native Americans and Early Pioneers

In addition to the animal exhibits, the museum also teaches about human history through various displays: By Hand Through Memory, Spirit of the West, and the High River Ranch and Sawmill. There is evidence that Native Americans lived in the region as early as 14,000 years ago.  Today, there are seven Native American reservations in Oregon--a result of the Westward expansion of European settlers.  The museum showcases the lives, experiences, traditions, handwork (i.e., crafts), and innovations of various tribes, including the Nez Perce, Umatilla, Warm Springs, Yakama, Spokane, and Colville people.

Fur trappers and traders from the 1820s were the first white settlers to enter the High Desert region of Oregon.  By 1855, Native Americans were assigned to reservations by a series of treaties with the U.S. government that required them to give up their land and traditions.  Further settlements abounded, especially during the discovery of gold to the north in the 1860s and the completion of the transcontinental railroad in 1869 (with further railroad developments through 1884). 

In one part of the museum, we get to see a Conestoga Wagon that was used on the Oregon Trail.  Since I LOVE history, I was interested in learning more.  According to The National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, "The Oregon Trail was a wagon road stretching 2170 miles from Missouri to Oregon's Willamette Valley. It was not a road in any modern sense, only parallel ruts leading across endless prairie, sagebrush desert, and mountains. From the 1840s through the 1880s, thousands trekked westward, carrying only a few belongings and supplies for the journey, and settling on the western frontier, forever changing the American West."

The Interpretative Center explains the reasons settlers made the journey: "Throughout the 1840s, politicians in the east advocated for settlement in the west, negotiated treaties solidifying claims, and established land grants for settlers. In July 1843, the Provisional Government of Oregon, made up of mostly American settlers, provided a means to claim up to 640 acres, a full square mile. Oregon became a US territory in 1848."

However, the trek was hard and doesn't sound much different from the types of conditions today's immigrants endure:  "In addition to the plodding pace and agonizing labor of traveling 2200 miles a step at a time, the trip could kill. In summer, water sources dried up, oxen perished and families endured thirst. Others experienced starvation when they brought insufficient food supplies and found it impossible to live off the land. The route of the Oregon Trail was littered with cast-off belongings as families struggled to lighten the load and save the health of their draft animals."

In conclusion, the Interpretative Center notes, "Each part of the journey had its challenges, but always the need to keep moving and complete the journey before supplies were exhausted, poor health killed, or winter weather closed mountain passages. Between 1841 and 1884, when a network of railroads connected the east coast to the Pacific Northwest, an estimated 300,000 to 500,000 people traveled overland. Some were born along the way, some were buried. Some settled permanently, and some traveled back east. Certainly no one who made the 4–6 month journey was ever the same. For many, it was the most incredible and defining event of their lives. Their legacy of courage and determination is a legendary part of the American experience."

The last, but certainly not the least, part of the High Desert Museum was the Miller Ranch and Sawmill, which showcases the life of a typical frontier family (white homesteaders) who claimed a piece of Central Oregon.  It's explained, "Ranch families, like the Millers, worked hard maintaining a cabin, barn, corral, bunkhouse, root cellar and sawmill; caring for the animals; and tending cattle on the open range."

The Museum further details, "When the Millers arrived in 1882, what would become the town of Bend, Oregon was little more than a few families residing along the Deschutes River...Many families moved into the West in the mid-1800s with the encouragement and support of the United States government as a means of bolstering the nation's territorial claim."

At this point during our visit, it was pouring, so while the two boys went back to the car, I slogged straight ahead to see the ranch.  The history buff  and Laura Ingles Wilder fan in me wanted to see it, and it did remind me quite a bit of Little House on the Prarie (with the exception that the home was surrounded by the High Desert's dry forest).

I had a chance to meet with the doctor who only comes around every few months.

The family outhouse.

If you haven't been able to tell already, we LOVED the High Desert Museum.  Besides being rich in Native American and early pioneer history, it also taught us about a landscape we didn't even know existed--a place "marked by variety and extremes"--a place shaped by lava flows and ice age lakes--a place "where summers sizzle and winters freeze"--a place where "flash floods may follow dusty drought"--and a place where now hundreds of thousands of people reside and millions more visit each year.  I want to go back!