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CA, XMAS, OR
Found adventure, lost the dog
January 13, 2019
2019-01-30 update: Baxter has been found! Thanks for your help in finding him. Read the post here: SF, Maupin, OR
Since we decided to go on a trip around Death Valley for Thanksgiving instead of visiting family, so we were long overdue for a visit up North to the "motherland". We had two weeks off and the plan was to take a couple days to drive from SF to Seattle, spend a few days up there with family, then take the rest of the time moseying our way back home through some undecided route that probably hit Oregon, Idaho, and Nevada. This was the plan anyway - it didn't go as planned.
After starting the trip later in the morning than expected, we made our first stop just as we entered Oregon at Burma Pond about an hour or so off Interstate 5 near Grants Pass. It's a free dispersed campsite and has a bit of hiking that we hit up the next morning.
Temps at night were just above freezing and it was a couple days before Christmas, so we didn't see or hear anyone else out there. There was a vault toilet and trash around the corner. I didn't take any photos of those because they're ugly and I like to pretend I don't need toilets, water, or trash cans.
We arrived at camp early in the afternoon around 4PM, but it was already completely dark when we got to the campsite. On the approach we saw something that looked like a small controlled burn and someone had covered it in dirt (to extinguish it), but it was still smoking heavily. Louisa poured a bunch of our water on the smoke and probably saved the entire forest from burning while we slept.
We fell asleep at 7PM and didn't see daylight again until 8AM. 16 hours of darkness was a theme of the trip.
Grants Pass to Seattle
After waiting around in the sleeping bags for the sun to finally reappear, we got out of the truck and explored the pond. We grabbed some photos, thought about making coffee, and hit the gravel road back to Interstate 5 for the last 450 miles to Seattle.
This was one of the first times we've camped since starting the intermittent fasting thing and it sure makes mornings fast. We wake up, squash the camper, and first meal of the day is lunch.
Food, wine, and selfies
The Seattle Christmas Tour started at Louisa's parent's house. We ate lots of food, talked about stuff, and slept in a real bed. We then migrated over to my mom's house and did those same things again, but we talked about different stuff and ate different food. It was good to see family and Seattle again. It had been a while.
The little Japanese Chin is Daisy and she lives with my mom. What she lacks in weight, she makes up for in fur and positive attitude.
Louisa's mom is really into hiking, so we broke things up a bit with a hike through Discovery Park. We lived in Seattle before moving to Portland (and San Francisco) and Louisa says we've been there before, but I was surprised how large the park was and don't remember any of it. We walked around for almost 5 miles.
I have a bunch of photos of the back of Louisa's head and Baxter's butt from this hike, but tried to get in front a few times for something more interesting. Louisa is in the green coat, her mom is in the blue coat, and Baxter is in the tan coat.
Discovery Park runs along the Puget Sound and many of the trails lead down to the water. There's a lighthouse down there as well.
Seattle to Lake Chelan
After four days in Seattle with the family, it was time to start the adventure home. First stop was straight East to Lake Chelan to visit a good friend, Alisa, who also happens to be the wine club manager at local winery Karma Vineyards.
We grabbed some brunch in town at Blueberry Hills Farm and bought a bottle of wine for camp. We weren't really sure where we were going to spend the night yet, but the map showed a few spots near Lake Chelan that we should be able to camp for free.
This truck is new-ish to us and we picked it up just before moving to California. This was our first time driving in snow, but what a blast! There are better trucks out there, but this feels like it can do anything sometimes. Most of the camping in the area was 2-3k higher in elevation, so we started finding deeper/fresher stuff just minutes after leaving the vineyard on our way to camp.
To keep with the theme of the trip, we arrived at camp just before dinner and just as the sun started to set. Just below is Lake Chelan, but you wouldn't know it because of the fog.
First night in snow
Not only was this the first time we drove this truck in snow, it was also the first time we got to camp in snow in the Vagabond Camper. It was cold. We woke up with an insane amount of moisture in the tent, under the bed, and on our bags and we thought there may be some kind of leak from the snow and rain. We decided that it was just condensation, but this is a problem we need to figure out how to solve because it was a lot of moisture.
Temperatures hit around 22F that night, according the weather app we were using. We thought it would be fun to get a thermometer for the sleeping area so we could see the actual temperature. It doesn't really matter I guess, but it would be nice to know when you feel cold that it's actually really freaken cold and not just your imagination.
With the short days and long nights, we also noticed that we spent much more time in the camper than expected. I've always thought of it as a place to sleep and not a place to "hang out", but when the sun sets so early and you've already eaten dinner, 6PM feels like bedtime. We tossed around the idea of getting a heater, but something tells me that would make the condensation problem even worse.
Let's camp somewhere warmer
So after our first night in the snow, we woke up immediately thinking that it would be nice to try somewhere warmer the next night. We decided to start driving Southeast towards Eastern Oregon, but it never really got any warmer. It actually got colder.
Since the sun decided to set at lunch time, we again arrived at camp in almost complete darkness. I'm thankful that Brian installed lights on the camper because they have been super useful. Camping in the darkness has always been a pain, but good lights that you can leave on all evening make it easy to cook and see what you're doing.
Louisa put her fire building skills to the test and got something burning in the snow. We used those little mini fire starter logs you can pickup at Safeway for a buck or two to get it going. The fire didn't provide much heat, but it was pretty to look at and felt like an accomplishment since the weather was trying its best to put it out. We camped in the Southeast corner of Washington, an hour below Pomeroy.
As snow collected on the branches of the massive trees, some of them started to fall. We woke up a couple times to the sound of the camper being hammered with giant snowballs. In events like this, a reasonable person might be concerned that the weight of giant snowballs (or branches) could crush the camper like a panini, but the Vagabond has an additional support pole on the inside that can be used to prevent this from happening. We did not use that support pole, but probably should have.
No really, warmer please
The next morning we were even more convinced we wanted to try somewhere warmer and were more strategic with the driving. Two nights in the snow was good enough for now. We cut back Southwest into the desert of central Oregon where temps were just above freezing. I've been in this area a lot on the motorcycle and like how remote and empty it feels.
We drove more miles this day than we usually like to do on a longer trip, but that just meant we got to visit more of those cool Easter Oregon gas stations. Thanks to a new law, we could even pump our own gas.
We stopped a few times on the Washington/Oregon border to stretch the legs. Most the parks were designated Native American fishing/hunting areas, which means not a lot of public access, but there was still plenty to see.
Stoppin' in Maupin
We spent the night a couple hours North of Bend in Maupin, Oregon. There's a BLM road that runs a few miles South of town along the Deschutes River and it's littered with camping. Temps were great and no snow. Louisa got a camp fire going again while I cooked dinner. We had bacon, eggs, and potatoes. Baxter ate a stick.
The fire was so good that we managed to stay up past 7PM and had a couple glasses of wine. We finished the evening with a movie in bed and slept for 12 hours. The large river provided a loud, but soothing, white noise.
Then we lost the dog
The next morning is when the mood of the trip changed from awesome to horrible. We waited in our sleeping bags for the sun to start rising, then jumped out of the truck to get ready to hit the road. I grabbed my toothbrush and Louisa grabbed the dog for a quick walk. While brushing my teeth, I wandered over in Louisa's direction just as Baxter darted off in the bushes after something - and that's the last time we saw him. Was it an animal? Was he heading for the river? No idea. As of writing this, we still haven't seen him.
The next 9 hours of daylight are a bit of a blur, but it involved Louisa and I zig-zagging back and forth across every bit of BLM land we could reach with our feet, yelling Baxter's name, and looking inside every bush and hole. No response. Then we did it again, and again, and again. No response.
A truck drove past the campsite and Louisa flagged them down for help. They were some local hunters and they had their dog with them as well. They let their dog wander around a bit to help look for Baxter, but we couldn't find him.
The sun set, it got dark, and we setup camp for the night at the exact same spot hoping he'd find us in the night. Unfortunately, he did not.
The next morning, we started the day by again exploring the BLM land around our campsite inch by inch and yelling his name. No response. We decided to hop in the truck and drive further down the BLM road, yelling his name from the window. We reached the end of the road. No response. We turned around and tried again, and again, and again, and drove the length of the road until the sun started to go down. Still no signs of Baxter.
The next step for us was to try and get some help. Baxter was wearing his tags when he disappeared and we thought/hoped that maybe he got picked up by someone and we'd have a voicemail waiting on our phones. We did not have any cell service and did not want to leave the area (yet), so Louisa gave me her phone and stayed at camp while I drove up past town looking for cell service on both our phones. Baxter's tags have both my number and Louisa's number.
I found cell service, but no voicemail and no data connection. We made one more trip up/down the BLM road with fingers crossed (still no Baxter), then decided it was time to find some wifi. We left some smelly clothes at camp in hopes that maybe Baxter would smell them and stay a while if he came back in our absence. We left and drove to Bend.
Once in Bend, we setup office at Spoken Moto and shared on social media that Baxter had been lost. We used Google Maps to call every business in Maupin to ask that they keep their eyes open for him. There are many boating, fishing, and tour companies in the area that go down the river everyday. We emailed photos and messaged folks on Instagram/Facebook. We updated Baxter's information for his chip. We called the moms at home and they helped as well (thanks moms!)
We returned to Maupin that afternoon to check the campground again, still no Baxter. We explored on foot again, then went up and down the BLM road again, then stopped every car on the road (again) and asked them to please keep an eye open for Baxter. We had done this loop so much by this point that we had a process in place and knew how many times we could do it before the sun went down.
The next day we printed up a bunch of 'lost dog' posters at the photo printing kiosk in the Maupin Market. It was actually a pretty cool machine. You could put in a CD, a USB stick, or plug in your phone, and photos could be printed at many different sizes right there on the machine. We printed out the picture we posted to Instagram and it looked pretty good. If we weren't trying to find a lost dog, we may have stayed there a while and printed a bunch of other things as well.
Everyone in town was super friendly and helpful and we had the poster in just about every window and door. Many of the folks we visited knew Baxter was missing before we even got there because people were posting on local Facebook groups and spreading the word. Thanks everyone!
We spent New Years Eve at The Rainbow Tavern in town. Louisa had a tragically large plate of nachos and I had a bacon cheeseburger. We slept at the hotel next door for wifi. The next morning we drove back to the campsite and up/down the BLM road one more time, then started the sad drive home to SF without the dog.
And that was the end of the trip. We still haven't seen Baxter and are still hoping he re-appears someday and folks give us a call. As of writing this, it's been two weeks. We made our way back to San Francisco and it was probably the quietest drive ever. No podcasts and no music and not really a ton of talking other than the occasional comment about the strangeness of the situation.
We've known Baxter for 8 years and so much of our life is structured around his presence that, to have him suddenly disappear, it's quite shocking and we are reminded of his absence with almost everything we do.
We're hoping to have an update on him sometime in the future, but until then, are staying positive and continuing to camp like crazy (although with one less hot body in the camper.) If you see him, give us a call please. :)
2019-01-30 update: Baxter has been found! Thanks for your help in finding him. Read the post here: SF, Maupin, OR
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