We are often flanked by speeding logging trucks...
Sign says, "Please yield to bears crossing." Okay, no problem...
On our way out of Bend I notice the radio station is playing obscure follk music. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a different state...
Wheat, alfalfa, wheat, alfalfa, mystery crop, corn, wheat, wheat, and some more corn...
Since we planned a day ahead of our moving truck, we have time to stop for the night at the gorgeously austere Crater Lake...
A closer look at some beautiful black basalt on the rim of the crater...
...and breakfast with the boys before we get back on the road again...
