Had a great time at Fort Rock.
I continue to get the serious heebie-jeebies from apparently-out-of-place massive rock formations. Fort Rock wasn’t quite as shudder worthy as Morro Rock, but I still got the shivers. Whaddup wid dat?? What makes me think I want to see Ayers Rock, anyway?
The absolute best part of Fort Rock was the homestead village just outside of town. The place is run by Josephine and Chester, who were great to talk to and tell some fun stories themselves. Chester was a deadhead in San Francisco and said he was at the infamous Altamont concert. Josephine was so happy to see someone under 50 enjoying history and picking up a brochure on Oregon’s historical markers that she actually hugged me. 😀