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.
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.