We hit ranch country about midday and found ourselves in the town of Bieber, California. It's a very small, unscenic town. The only thing that makes it notable is its sister-town about six miles away: Nubieber. That's right, not "New Bieber," but "Nubieber." I guess they thought the first one was so good that they needed a nu-er version. We had rollicksome fun making Bieber remarks. Sample conversation:
Casey: What do you think the Bieber Joint School District mascot is?
Matt: The Beavers.
Casey: I wonder if when the towns finally grow together they'll call it Bieberopolis.
Matt: Maybe once it reaches perfection they'll call it Biebertopia.
We subsequently went through the town of Lakeview, Oregon, which appears to be at least 200 miles from anywhere else, including the Biebers. There's a sawmill there, some farms, lots of hayfields, and a Forest Service and BLM office. But I just can't fathom how far they are from a CostCo. I thought Cascade was isolated.
The rest of the drive through Oregon was ugly and uninteresting. We made it to Burns that night and decided to drive north of town to a campsite Rand McNally showed in the atlas. We were very pleasantly surprised at how nice it is, considering what an armpit Burns is. Our second-to-last picture of the trip shows my little car (a Toyota Matrix, if you were wondering) parked in front of our campsite. We had a great hike that night after dinner and felt a little sad at spending our last night sleeping in the tent, believe it or not.
The Weary Road Wagon
