I'll give you a hint, it's between the 26 and the 35, but that's all I can say. I'm sworn to secrecy about this magical spot that Mark led us to along a little creek up in the mountains with no one around. Just a nice campspot enough for more than two buses... and a view.. oh yes, a view of a beautiful little creek.
We pulled in on a Monday afternoon and settled in our own little spot.
The smells of the forest filled our senses and we waded in the little creek and began to unwind.
Mark was a great host and with his wife and kids, they kept us occupied with singing songs and making our own boats for an impromptu race.
It cracked me up because many of the camping supplies and equipment that Mark brought, I also have. Great minds think alike I guess. We even had the same brands of cookware, plastic cups, etc.
We took turns cooking. I made Jambalaya and cornbread the first night.. and these are just some of the spices.
And Mark and Marny made the best chicken fajitas I've ever tasted the second night.. and some berry cobler to boot. I think I was outdone.
Of course it goes without saying...
that both nights were filled with roasted marshmallows and smores.
Sometimes when you camp, it's the little things that get you. The fresh air, the noise of birds chirping. For me it was a simple log. You take for granted that your kids know the thrills of walking across one, but nope, it was their first time.
Hell, isn't that part of what being a kid is all about. How can you even be a kid and get your kid degree without walking across a log? Well, check that off the list.
Thanks Mark for a great trip we'll always remember!!!
Here are a few more shots to leave you with.
Oh, and about that elusive Mt Hood? We finally decided to stop the bus so we could get it right.
Next up, our trip to Lost Lake.
2 comments:
That log reminded me of something I haven't thought for probably over ten years.
A small intermittent creek runs through the town in Nebraska where I grew up, and I spent a lot of my childhood playing around it. One Summer weekend when I was home from college I went back down to the creek by myself just for the heck of it. There was a big dead tree spanning it, maybe fifteen feet above the bed. I decided to walk across it, something I'd've done without a thought ten years previously. Well, I got out on the middle of that log and just froze. I've never been much afraid of heights, but something stopped me dead in my tracks and I straddled that thing for probably ten minutes before I just started laughing, thinking about if someone had to come rescue me. So I just got up, started singing, and walked off the log.
Thanks for making me think of that again.
Alright,
whc03grady.
Maybe it's something about kids having no fear. Well, wait, that can't be right. My kids have lots of fears about ghosts and coyotees and stuff like that. But no fear of falling, anyway.
Thanks for the comments... I made a link to Ludwig's Adventures, something I've been meaning to do for a long time.
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