Well, sort of a ghost town. There’s still plenty of people living there and in the surrounding area but it’s almost a wispy ghost of its past glory now. I guess it’s main claim to fame was sheep. Apparently there was good reason for running herds of sheep here back in the 1880’s. But to get there, we had to leave the Crooked River Ranch where we were staying, get back on US 97 and head north-east for around one hour to Shaniko. That’s what people would do if they didn’t need propane. I was down to around less then 1/3rd tank so I backtracked south on US 97 to the northern part of Redmond, where I found Oregon Feed & Irrigation. They sell propane, bulk, and way back early 2015 I’d stopped by and got a tank full for $1 per gallon. Whoa! So I thought I’d check again…fully expecting it to be much higher this time. Seemed to me back then that they were having a price war with the Terrebonne feed store just up the road.
But when I got to the feed store, it’s still $1 per gallon! Can’t beat that anywhere else in the US right now I don’t think. And on the way back north the Terrebonne feed store still had their’s at $1.25/gallon. Makes me get all pissy when I’m over here in Portland and see it at $3.59/gallon.
Anyway, here’s Crooked River Ranch golf course. Very nice.
And around 90 minutes later, we stop here in Shaniko to check it out. 
There’s my brother Dan checking out the buildings.
The hotel is kind of swank. Recently remodeled. I tried the door but it was locked so I took this picture through the glass. Pretty sure it’s got a tourist season, late April it apparently isn’t.
I stopped in the small grocery/antique store there in town and the proprietor struggled to hobble out to greet me. I felt a little bad that there wasn’t anything I wanted to buy.
And there are the windmills off in the distance acting as river sentinels over the Columbia Gorge.
Over there is Washington. This side is Biggs Junction. We’re taking the Oregon route to Walla Walla. More direct and faster so we don’t cross this bridge.
You can see a subtle shift in the vegetation as you travel east in the gorge. It gets progressively more desert like.
And a hour or two later, we’re parked at the Four Seasons RV Resort in Walla Walla. 
Just before this storm came sweeping in.
Next morning it still looked like this…
My sister and BIL were still in Spokane so we opted to stay here at the park one night and then head downtown Walla Walla when we left the park at around 11 AM. Wandered around in the RV an hour or two and ended up at the local brew pub for some lunch. Called #1 son and he soon joined us. And we had a pretty good time. A few hours later, we head up to my sisters place and I park the RV right in front of their house. They have a weak 15 amp outlet on the lamppost in the yard where I plug in. Just enough to run my computer and that’s about it. Dan decided to spend the night in their house, and I didn’t mention to him that the guest bed was horrible to sleep on. He didn’t complain until the day we left for Portland. Heh. I should have warned him but it was more fun he found out on his own. Far too soft for a normal person, far too many pillows and comforters, too.
I did a piss poor job on the pictures at Teri’s house but give me a break. I’ve posted like 15,000 pictures on my blog over the years. I’ll allow myself a few bad ones to get by now and then, I guess.
Next time, we head on to Portland, and this time travel on the Washington side of the Columbia.