Camping

I have many memories of the family campground in central Oregon. We spent time there every summer with campfires and smores and hiking and making Aebleskiver (Danish pancakes, mmm) on the camp stove. I live a lot further away now but I hope to see it again this year. Only my oldest has ever been there and he was too young to remember. I want them to have these memories.



My pictures here are not great. This was my very first digital camera and I had only owned it for about 6 months. Needing new pictures is another good reason for me to go back there, though. As a very small child we spent most of our time across the river at the single cabin there, now long out of use. The main campground is the prefered part of our land to camp on for most of the extended family but I find a charm in the more beaten down cabin across the way. Stray hikers and kayakers from the campground up the river have thought it abandoned (it's not) and have stolen boards from it to fuel their campfires. Most squatters are at least respectful of the land and clean up after themselves but there are those few...



The views are amazing here and you can sit right along the river while you eat breakfast.



It was prettier when it was new (I was young enough to not remember this. I believe my mother took the last 2 photos) but it didn't have its charm yet.