Primal Wilderness Rambling From Three Sisters

Was it actual bush flying? Or just an unsanctioned flight around the peaks and through the valleys of the Three Sisters Mountains of central Oregon? I asked myself such questions when I sat down to write this. Regardless, it was a wild ride. I don’t pretend to know a lot about aircraft. Yet, I love flying. When a pilot from St. Louis offered to take me up in his 1957 Cessna 172, I jumped at the opportunity.

Primal Wilderness Rambling From A Cave

I've been a life-long victim of claustrophobia. So, when I visited Lava River Cave, I viewed my excursion not as a day-trip but as a conquest of sorts. Twelve miles south of Bend Oregon, I arrived at the Newberry National Volcanic Monument. Disembarked on a dirt clearing in the forest, surrounded by dry sagebrush and juniper trees.The August day was hot and thick with dust.