Annual camping trip to our favorite place. :)
Danielle caught us just as we were leaving the driveway Friday. Three distinctly different expressions...
Marissa- "TWO days camping with only my parents?!"
Joanne- "I'm so excited to get away and enjoy the great outdoors!"
Garth- "No pictures. If I look away the camera will eventually disappear".
We've been to Lost Lake for so many years now I can't even remember when we started. Located on the east side of Mt. Hood, it's about a 100 mile drive from our home to the campground. With an altitude of approximately 3,100 ft., we were anticipating a pleasant break from the excessive heat wave we've been experiencing this past week. On the first campground loop we drove through we found a spot we loved. A-18 for anyone going that way.
This site was surrounded by woods on two sides and reasonably distant neighbors on the other side. Jackpot!
Driving the Toaster inspired us to "micropack", making set up alot easier than previous years. We were a bit hot but we figured it was mostly due to getting everything done. Eventually we drove down to the store by the lake to pay for our two night stay. Next we went down by the lake and watched people out in the water for awhile and decided we would rent a boat once things cooled off a little.
Looks like paradise wouldn't you say? (snort, snort, chuckle...)
Oh, and it WOULD have been...save for two things, two VERY ANNOYING things!!!
1. Meet Mr. Fly (present but not pictured are Mrs. Fly and the whole stinkin extended fly family which I am quite sure numbered in the 100's of thousands.
They not only swarmed and crawled all over us (including our eyelids and lips), some of them had the audacity to bite us. That brought on the slapping and swatting like nothing else!!!
Here Marissa is trying to give her dad a "moment of peace" with a rubber spatula.
Oh, and lest we forget....
2. Meet Mr. HEAT. Apparently (according to Garth), you only drop about 3 degrees in temperature for every 1,000 feet you climb. Okay, this is a big problem obviously. We left behind 102 degree weather and...let's see....we climbed almost exactly 3,000 feet, so....yep, you're right Garth. According to the gauge on his watch it was 93 degrees at our campsite.
Hmmmm. Air-conditioned comfort of home or camping in sweat soaked clothes?
Choices, choices.
Another little reminder of just how hot it was-
as we sat playing a game at the picnic table, the fire pit started smoking and coming back to life from the night before. Crazy!
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right?
And when on vacation, do what's most fun.
By bedtime, we were pretty well decided on our course of action. A one-nighter it would be.
Garth cooked yummy hamburgers for dinner, built a blazing campfire so we could make S'mores, and when that died away, we sat and watched the stars begin to fill the night sky.
Oh, how I loved smelling the woods and the campfire. Listening to the noises throughout the campground brought back sweet memories of years gone by when our family was younger. I savored each moment left knowing we would likely leave by morning.
One last shot of the view looking UP. Aren't those trees amazing? Wish they could share stories from all the fun campouts held under their branches. :)

Marissa packing up her tent. Not visible in this picture, a very cute smile on someones face.
She was excited to be going home a day early so she could "hang out with friends".

It's all good. We had fun spending time together and I'm glad we went. Next year I'm hoping at least "two things" will be absent when we arrive..... ;)