Apparently we aren’t the only ones to notice that Portland’s summers are spectacular; every weekend from June through September a street fair or festival or some other event (often with beer garden!) tempts the rain weary Portlander. Last weekend Heather and I pulled ourselves away from several such events; the Portland Highland Games and the International Beerfest, to name just two. We wanted to go camping.
Our last camping trip was a waterlogged experience. This time around the forecast was delightful.
We packed up our boxed wine, and sundry less important camping gear, and headed towards Mt. Hood. We are risk takers; we don’t believe in reservations. We sneaked out of town Friday thinking we’d snag a site at reservationless Green Canyon (old growth Douglas Fir, pristine Salmon River and vault toilets!), about 5 miles south of Zigzag. Luck was on our side . . . Heather explains.
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