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Day Thirteen

Bend was our *very* last stop before heading home.  We decided against a stop at Lake Shasta and drive the 520 miles from Bend.  It was hot in Bend with afternoon temperatures reaching 95 degrees.  We tried hiking but but the ground was just too hot for the dogs' paws.  We finally found a creekside hike in Shevlin Park.  The dogs were so hot, we had stop every 5 minutes to take a dip in the creek.  By the time, we got back to the van, the dogs were covered in mud.  Thank God for rental cars.  John and I speculated that by the time Road Trip 2008 rolls around, the rental car companies will have put us on the 'do not rent' list.  We did run the van through the car wash so we didn't look like the hillbillies we had become.

Bend is a cute not-so-little town.  My first memories of Bend are of my hippy uncle who spent summers living in a tepee and squating on land no one really cared about.  It gets cold in the winter and by late fall, he was living back at my grandmother's house in Aromas with our latest "auntie". That was in the seventies, nowadays Bend is a trendy mountain town (ala Boulder) and a bit rigid with their rules and regulations.  I guess they have to contend with too many Californians.

Posted at 09:14AM Jul 13, 2007 by Cynthia McGuire in Road Trip  |  Comments[0]