Starr Campground, Malheur National Forest

We drove 133 miles to Starr Campground in the Malheur National Forest south of John Day on US-395.

We had an interesting experience while we were here. Shortly after we'd set up, Earl called my attention to someone walking down the road toward our rig. My first thought when I saw the person was that it was a man in drag! Turns out it really was a woman (I think), with long black hair, a black dress and black dress shoes. She came up to our rig on the side away from the door (which I'd closed and locked), and asked Earl through the window if we had any food or water. Earl told her that he was sorry, but we only had enough to last until the next day when we got to a town. It's not that we're opposed to sharing, but this person was so odd looking, out there in the middle of nowhere all dressed up in her Sunday go to meeting clothes, that we just didn't feel safe opening the door. This is the only time we've been uncomfortable in any campground. Fortunately, she left and we never saw her again.