Look closely and you'll see the "Hostel" sign in the tree.
Many hostels have little signs like these--I guess that's one good
reason why people don't find hostels unless they are specifically
looking for them.
there were many instances where even neighbors didn't realize that
there was a hostel in the area--many of them had never even heard of
Hostel owner, Mr. heald, has quite a collection of antique tractors.
Almost missed that sign.
Fordson Home Hostel.
arrived the hostel was closed because Mr. Heald was away. I asked
the caretaker if I could please camp out on the side lawn because I
had just driven so far (I had learned from my mistake at the Weisel
Hostel in Pennsylvannia).
Pitched my tent on the lawn. In the morning the caretaker had
coffee ready for me, and allowed me to use the shower.
refreshed the next day and decided to visit the Oregon Caves
park ranger showing a spider that lives in the caves. He was
pretty patient with me while I fumbled with my camera--especially
since he wasn't too fond of spiders himself.
cute park ranger.
posting any photos of inside the caves because they really didn't
come out very good. To appreciate the unique quality of the
Oregon Caves in comparison to Mammoth Caves in Kentucky, and
Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, check out their web site: