Prego Camping

This last weekend, the 3 1/2 of us (that's me, Jesus, Chica, and the little bean for those of you counting) went camping out at Fisherman's Bend outside of Mill City. It was soo relaxing! We did absolutely nothing all weekend long. The campground wasn't too full, so that was nice. Our campsite was in a pretty good spot as well. We didnt realize when we reserved the spot that we couldnt park at our site. We had to park about 100' down the road in the parking spots. But it wasn't that big of a deal. It's kind of hard to see in this picture, but about 20' behind our tent is the mighty Santiam River. The river was high, fast, and cold, so no swimming for us. There weren't any fish being caught either, much to Jesus' dismay.


We spent a lot of our time doing this:


I think we played a bazillion games of Phase 10 (which Jesus kicked my butt every time), and other card games like "Knock" (or Golf), "Kings Corners", and "Speed" (which I kicked his butt at, so we only got to play it a couple of times. Whiner!). It was nice to be able to just sit back, enjoy life, and not worry about anything. We had nowhere to be, nobody to answer to, and nothing that had to be done. We made no specific plans for the weekend, other than relaxing and hanging out.

On Sunday, we decided to go to Olallie Lake. The sign in Detroit said that Olallie Lake was 38 miles, and we figured that wasn't all that far, so we headed out with lunch makin's and fishing gear. We estimate we were only a few miles away, if that, when we ran into this:



Sure, it looks like we could make it as long as we followed the existing tracks, but what you can't see is that those tracks don't go all the way through, and there's a log across the road that's been cut so there's just enough room for a vehicle (not slipping and sliding on snow/slush/ice) to slip through. So we chickened out and pulled over to make lunch. There were a couple other vehicles that came up while we were eating lunch, but none of them made it all the way through, though there were a couple of attempts. Jesus walked up to the top of the hill hoping the lake was right there, but there was just more road, and more snow.

Chica, our weird dog, has a penchant for finding any bit of water and laying down in it. Apparently snow is no exception. She jumped out of the car, sniffed around a bit, and promptly laid down in the snow. I won't even begin to try to figure that one out. She's just strange.

Jesus took this picture of my making him sandwiches. I had forgotten how hard it is to spread extra chunky peanut butter on really soft white bread! But those sandwiches were oh, so yummy! For some reason peanut butter & jelly sandwiches always taste so much better when you're camping, or pulled over on the side of the road for lunch. This picture is also doubling as a belly picture. You'll have to ignore the fact that there's a battle going on for my middle earth, and both my shirt and my pants are losing. Until I saw this picture, I hadn't realized how big I've gotten. I guess from my perspective I can't see it all.


This camping trip made me want to go again while I can still get off the air mattress in the morning with minimal help. Maybe we'll go to the beach next time. Or somewhere I can go swimming. That should be interesting!