The rest of the story....

So....the next day we drove to Boise, where we stayed with my niece, Amy and her family.  That day we had a big picnic that the Waite girls organized at an amazing park, where there was a giant waterslide.  The kids loved the slide, it was fun to visit with everyone, the weather was perfect and the park was beautiful.  I apparently took no pictures there, and I don't have time to go through Sam's pics, so oh well.

Sunday, after church, Sam, Meg and I went for a drive to find a waterfall that he'd heard of called Jump Creek Falls.  It was much further than we'd anticipated, but we got to pass an entire field of mint (which smelled heavenly) and Chicken Dinner Rd.  The waterfall was in this canyon:

 

I was still suffering from allergen overload from the Cottonwood trees at the park the day before.  So, I sent Sam and Meg to investigate.  They were still in church clothes, so Meg was wearing her spikes. Silly girl, amazing she didn't break her leg.  They found it. 

We went back to Emily's for dinner, but were so late, everyone else had already eaten.  They obviously know Sam and didn't wait for him.  (I wouldn't!)   We sat around and visited for quite awhile.  Meg got some of the 17 kids to play Sardines with her, which they apparently had a great time at, as there was much giggling and squealing.  When the adults were sitting around visiting, Nyah came in to chat.  She was very funny, trying to guess everyone's age (she guessed Grandma Bailey at 20).  Her English is amazingly good for only a few months here, and she's very outgoing, funny and loving.  We didn't get to visit with Nate much, because he's a five year old boy - he never stops moving.

When we left, Meg was sad to leave Kennedy, who is her favorite cousin.  Hopefully, now that they live closer, we'll see them more often.

The next morning, we left early to head home, via Lassen Volcanic National Park in Northern California.  We drove through Eastern Oregon, which we expected would be Nevada like but turned out to be a lovely drive.  Lots of rolling hills, some of them forested, some not.  

We saw a couple of pretty lakes.  This (below) is lake Abert, an alkaline lake....sort of like the Great Salt Lake.  It was raining off and on, but otherwise a pretty day.

We passed this sign somewhere in Oregon.  Sam says he'll skip Poverty Basin and go directly to Bacon Camp.

Eventually, we got into the piney forest of the Sierra Nevadas in Northern California.  But, it was raining harder now.  This was taken from a moving car, through a wet windshield, but you get the idea.

Our last stop before our hotel in Fall River Mill, was McArthur-Burney Falls.  This was spectacular, and we didnt even mind being out in the rain.  Sam hiked down the hill a bit in the rain to get a better shot.  Here are a couple of my favorites.

I could have sat there and just watched/listened forever if it wasn't so cold and wet.  I love the sound of water, I'm not sure what it is about it.  My favorite part of going to the beach is the sound of the waves.

We stayed in an old hotel in Fall River Mills, above a restaurant and bar.  It was a small suite, and was very cute with handmade quilts on the bed and 1930's furniture.  However, there was SO much noise upstairs.  We all laid in bed and speculated as to what was going on.  Some possibilities:  football game watchers, sumo wrestlers, rain dancers, tap dancers, construction, polka contest, horse wrangling, goat herding, etc etc.  

The next morning, we had breakfast in the cafe below us, then headed towards Lassen National Park.  Sam has been wanting to go there to photograph for years, so he was pretty excited about this opportunity.  Unfortunately, while it had been raining on us, it was snowing on them.  Consequently, the pass was closed through the main part of the park.  We did get to see a volcanic lava tube cave.  We took a little hike around and through it, about 1/2 a mile, I guess.  It felt longer.  I haven't hiked anywhere above sea level in so long, and we were at about 5000 ft.  But, it was very cool, and we had fun.

When we came out of the cave, it was hailing and sleeting and colder than it was in the 48F cave.  We had been hoping that as the morning went on, the pass might be opened, but it appeared that it was getting snowier and colder.  We drove up as far as the road was open, and took a side route down the mountain into Redding.  Just before we headed down, I took this pic at about 6000 ft.

About 30 minutes later, at about 1000 ft, I took this picture.  A lot changes in a couple thousand feet.

The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful, except for a stop at a Sonic (yay!  we don't have a Sonic at home).  

We learned on this trip that Nevada can be sort of pretty in the spring, that Idahoans like Ranch Dressing on their pizza, or at least the people at Gertie's Brick Oven think so, that we could live in Boise if we had to because they have a Sonic, a Texas Roadhouse and a Walmart.  Plus a zillion relatives as a bonus.  Eastern Oregon is not the vast wasteland we expected it to be.  And it can snow in June.