My husband and I decided to take our anniversary road trip this year in two consecutive Saturday installments. Today, we enjoyed the scenery along the Grande Ronde River, stopped briefly at Boggan’s Oasis, and ate our packed lunch next to the footbridge at Troy, Oregon.
The only exotic wildlife we saw were some wild turkeys, and I was not camera ready for their sprint across the highway. Next Saturday, weather and other variables permitting, we aspire to take in some hiking at Lyon’s Ferry.
Asotin, from the road to Anatone and on to the Oregon border
Basalt outcroppings and meadows profuse with blooming balsam are everywhere.
One of the many streams in the Grande Ronde River’s brood
A favorite stop in southeastern Washington, just before the Oregon border
The old foot bridge at Troy, Oregon. The dark trees on the hill are casualties of last summer’s forest fires.
With the courts closed for Presidents Day, my husband took a rare day off, and we thought of going to Joseph, Oregon. But Joseph is a 2-1/2-hour drive each way, and the sort of place that deserves one walk-through; we’d been once, and it was a tiring thought. The Grande Ronde River and its canyons is the best part of the trip, so we packed a simple lunch, fortified with Cenex Zip Trip French Roast in our mugs, and headed for Troy and Flora, about four and ten miles, respectively, across the Oregon border: two historic, do-nothing-but-look-at-the-scenery places not generally classed as destinations. In their favor over Joseph were shorter distance; soft ground instead of sidewalks for walking around taking pictures; seeing virtually no people except a few guys fishing; and the presence of about no commercial establishments, except Boggan’s Oasis, a casual resort with a small convenience store and restaurant catering mostly to fishermen, which we had no need to enter and so didn’t.
Troy lies at the confluence of the Grande Ronde and Wenaha Rivers. The community of 25 permanent residents caters to river fishermen.
Flora has the distinction, conferred by the Oregon Historical Society, of being “the most substantial town in Northeast Oregon to fail.”
Wildlife sightings enhanced the scenery even more: a bald eagle perched attentively on a branch at the river’s edge; wild turkeys, a few mountain sheep, and a fairly large herd of elk.