To paraphrase Mark Saunders this was the view from our office most of the day. Mile upon mile of tall Douglas fir, many with trunks 4 feet in diameter. They must be a couple hundred years old.
Oh - of course we also saw beautiful streams,
And rock formations
We looked for it but could not find it.
Still a lot of snow.
Only the west entrance was open so we had to drive about 60 miles further, which we knew before we got there, so it wasn't a shock.
On the way we came across Diamond Lake. Very nice but the bugs were vicious. They thought my yellow shirt was a flower.
This was the first view we had.
These views made the drive worth it.
A few "artsy shots" from Barb
The blue in the lake is really as it looks here.
Huffing and puffing after going down to the overlook, but it was worth it.
We traveled along Rogue River on the way out.
At this point it was forced to narrow from 30 feet to only 10 to 12 feet with a rapid elevation drop.
These look like a cross between lilacs and whisteria and they grow wild along many of the roads.