There’s no better place to camp. I know that feeling in me is spurred on by all the great memories I have of the place, but seriously… gorgeous river, fantastic trees, the smell of the air is breathtaking, and the beauty unparalleled. Ah, it will be good to go back again.
Mostly we ate at Vicki and Sandy’s cabin. Sort of cheesy as camping goes, but easy. One night, however, we decided we needed to cook at our campsite. The menu… baked potatoes, in the fire, steak cooked on the fire, and corn on the cob, also cooked on the fire. The gnats were gnasty… LOL… but it was a great tasting meal. Add a beer and it was down right splendid.
We went into Sisters one day for a couple of hours while we were over camping. It was a bit warm. Weston, who never drinks out of “other” bowls, drank. It was a first.
This particular shot was taken outside a great gallery in Sisters. We love this place and in fact have purchased stuff there in the past. Sisters is a cool little town, though now it’s a bit touristy. But who cares, it’s fun none the less.
It’s amazing in the Camp Sherman area of the Metolius. I love it there. My family went there nearly every year for awhile when I was young. I learned to fly fish on this river and loved every moment we spent there. Being there as an adult brings back all those great memories and the feelings associated with them. Fishing the river with mom and Kev, Bill teaching me how to fish there, floating down it on inner tubes, catching fish and flopping them up onto shore right at my grandparents feet because I was small and didn’t have a net, freezing after spending too long in the cold water, sniffing the vanilla smelling goodness of the trees, exploring the area in the car with the family singing those crazy Bill songs, eating ice cream sandwiches purchased at the store… the list goes on. For me this is one of two apexes of happiness of my childhood. This place, and the farm my grandparents lived at when I was a kid, are tops. What great warm memories. What joy. What happiness. I love the Camp Sherman area. I spend time there and not only enjoy the moments I have now, as an adult, but I remember all the good things about what it was to be a kid there. It’s a wonderful feeling every time I go.
I’ve been remiss. No blogging out of me for quite some time. I could go on and on with excuses, but I won’t. I will just dive right back in and do a monster blog summing up the last couple of weeks in our lives.
We went camping at the Metolius with our friends Sandy and Vicki. We went over on the 20th, grabbed a site at the Riverside campground, and our pals checked into the Lake River Resort or Lake View Resort or well, you get the idea.
This was our campsite.
So the amazing thing was Karen, I, and the dogs went for a little walk along the creek, walked around a bend, and there, in the middle of a marshy area was this bald eagle. Really amazing. I can’t do it justice, still cursing under my breath that I need a bigger lens. But I managed to get a few shots that were OK. So cool to see one that close to us. What fantastic creatures they are.
The conference I just attended started last Sunday out on the golf course. There’s an annual golf tournament connected with this conference. Our team always comes in last, though we have a great time, until this year. We actually came in second to last with a score of 3 over. The winner’s had a score of 2 under, so we weren’t entirely off the mark this year. Very exciting. I was happy just hitting a few good shots. I only golf two or three times a year, the other times besides the conference as practice games for the conference, so it’s not like I’m a regular. I just like driving the golf cart, hanging with my pals, and enjoying an occasional nice shot.