A walkway to a little island appears during minus tides only 40 days per year, right across the street from our hotel. We were kayaking during the lowest point this morning, but returned in time to wade out for a quick island visit before the water was again too deep to traverse. We first observed the isthmus when we arrived yesterday, and I’ve been saying and spraying the word at every opportunity since. You try it.
We’re in Oregon for a swim meet, and we got away from the pool for a little sight-seeing today. Before we had to head back to the hotel to rest up and rehydrate (one of us anyway), we hit Multnomah Falls – “2nd highest year -round waterfall in the nation.” And fortunately touristy enough to have drinkable water and ice cream at their base.
On the way there we took a little hike up alongside falls whose name escapes me. There are many along the Historic Oregon Highway that travels along the slope on the Oregon side of the Columbia River Gorge.
Thanks to a 5:09 sunrise and still being biologically on East coast time, we were some of the first folks busting through the doors at Mt. Rushmore today. The hailstorms of yesterday yielded clear blue today.
A long, straight and relatively flat drive today led us to the Badlands, where we were blown away by not only geology but meteorology. There were storms on the horizon that never approached us, but according to a lady at the hotel pool later, they dropped marble sized hail around Rapid City. The weather held for us at the Badlands, and we saw bighorn sheep, prairie dogs, deer and bison on the distant plains. Three days of driving, and no one has complained of being bored yet. The kids didn’t even watch a movie today. That’s not bad.