Klamath Machine & Locomotive Works
Yesterday evening I swore to myself that after my Mixed Berry Smoothie Bowl I was going to drive straight home. I shouldn’t swear. Oooh, look, there are three very rural post offices that I could get on my way over to I-5. Then because I really do have a problem, I decided to duck off the Interstate a few more times and snag 4 more. Today seven, total for the 3 days, eighteen.
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- Butte Falls – Now, Google Maps has led me slightly awry before, but this one was a biggie. To avoid a road closure, it had me go way past the road and told me to get on a different Forest Service Road. Trouble was where I was supposed to turn, there was nothing but a wide spot on that side of the road. Undaunted I drove probably 60-70 miles to go the long way to this PO. (8/25/25)
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- Tiller – Truth be told I didn’t see much other than 3 or 4 ranches along this road, how it warrants a Post Office I’ll never know. (8/25/25)
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- Days Creek – Small town Oregon, you just leave the door to your truck open as you go in to get your mail. (8/25/25)
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- Sutherlin – It was a Monday so I expected a few cars or people in some shots, but I was going to let this woman get in her car and then retake the shot. Unfortunately, right then, a big ol’ pickup up truck with a camper shell parked right next to me. You could hardly so the building anymore. (8/25/25)
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- Oakland – Oakland was the first city to be placed on the state’s historic register, in May 1968. The city’s two-block business district consists of the original brick buildings built in the 1880s and 1890s. Stearns Hardware has been in operation since 1887, and has occupied its building since it was built in 1891 (8/25/25)
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- Drain – The town gets its name from the its founder and politician Charles J. Drain, who donated 60 acres of nearby land to the Oregon and California Railroad in 1871. (8/25/25)
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- Cottage Grove – This Post Office was the second of the day where one shot was all I got at it. Moments later a large yellow Nissan pickup with matching camper shell parked right next to me. (8/25/25)
On OR-227 between Trail and Tiller, I’m barreling along this wonderfully nice twisty road in the middle of nowhere. As I round a sharp curve at speed, there suddenly is a flock of wild turkeys walking across the road. Almost all of them got across before I got to them. The last one tried in vain to fly away, but I caught it right above the front driver-side headlight. It then bounced on the windshield right in front of me and exploded into feathers as it sailed over my head and hit the road behind me. No damage to the car, just a couple of feathers caught between the headlight and hood, but the local buzzards will be having turkey a few months early.