Our first visit was in June. And it rained. But the camp sites are spacious and surrounded by huge Douglas Firs, and the creek’s babble drowns out all but the loudest semi trucks rumbling by on the hill and tree obscured highway an eighth of a mile north. We were impressed enough in June to tempt weather fate again, but we figured we’d have better odds in late August.
The campground was constructed in the 1930s by the Civilian Conservation Corps. A couple sites, including site 25 which we reserved this past weekend, have impressive large stone fireplaces.
Amy and her yellow lab Risky camped with us, and another friend Diane joined us for some campfire and grub Saturday afternoon. We made s’mores, got a little tipsy, and thoroughly enjoyed our weekend.
Photos courtesy of Heather! Go read her account of the trip too at Mile73.com: Tank Full Of Gas, Chapter 18: Camp Creek, OR, Again.
And thanks to commenter BlazerBlog for the ‘Dave Goes’ feature name suggestion!