I stopped for an early lunch just before we exited the National Forest. At that time, I did a harness swap and put Bill and Doc out front with B.O.B. in the rear.
The town of Seneca, which was eight miles further down the road wasnít much to speak of. There was one under-stocked convenience store and that was about it. This is another town that was once thriving with a large sawmill. Unfortunately, the mill closed a few years ago and there now isnít much work in the area.
Originally, I planned on only going a few miles past Seneca and finding a place to camp. But, I couldnít find a place so I kept driving down the road. Little did I know, but the Silvies Ranch occupies the entire valley that I was now entering. I drove about 10 of the 20 mile length of the valley before I found a poor place to camp on some BLM that happened to touch the road.
The Silvies Ranch doesnít appear to run any stock and seems to be a large hay farm, not a ranch. Every few miles the floor of the valley would be home to a large designer hay barn, complete with three cupolas. There were about an equal number of designer ranch houses. Every few hundred feet there were designer ĎNo Trespassingí signs hung on everything. Somehow, the ranch (hay farm) didnít seem very western to me.
Tomorrow, I have about another 10 miles of hay farm to travel through before I once again enter the National Forest. The lads and I will have to climb up to a 5300 feet summit before starting a long downhill to the City of Burns.
Even though I got last nightís blog published in Seneca, I donít have any internet service tonight. As Iím headed back into the Forest, it doesnít seem likely that Iíll have service tomorrow, but Iíve been fooled before.