On the way to Emigrant Lake we topped off our fuel tank as it was going to jump about a dollar a gallon just a few miles south of the lake at the California border.
We got there and the lake was Very low. It was a very long way down to the water. Even the ends of the boat ramps and floating docks were hundreds of feet from the edge of the water when we were there.
The campground side for larger vehicles is all the way at the end of the road on 
a tall peninsula. It was interesting as we drove out there, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck tingle as the height came into view over the rise.
Tami & Scott arrived the day after we got there as their 
repairs took a bit longer to complete the work they wanted done. We did get to have lunch one day on the Ashland Riverwalk. Nice small town, and lots of Oregonian folks. You need to spend a bit of time in a small town in Oregon to know what I mean.
The best view site was RV21, a pull-thru overlooking the whole lake. We were not in that site, but wished we were.
This park had the worst stickers Kathy has ever seen and it was impossible to walk Dusty unless we drove him to the day use area, which had nice lush grass. The sign said no pets, but there were no people at this time of year so I dared it!
