SINDWINDING
Straight lines are so overrated.
To go north, we first turned a bit south, mostly east. Grisham then Sandy toward Government Camp but we were yawning every 90 seconds so stopped at Tollgate Campground.
Site 3 was next to the Zigzag River. The tent pitched below a little canyon edge.
On sleeping bags we lay in the sun, read, slept, ate chips lazily.
Mac and cheese was the perfect meal.
The road was not far but the river sound drowned it.
The tree bowed over the tent.
The headlamps batteries are getting low.
We washed dishes in the Zigzag with sand and rocks.
A chipmunk nearly nibbled our toes.
Mt Hood was white patches we did not see til morning.
We slept from 10 to 10.
Next stop: Why There are Words, Sausalito @ 7.
To go north, we first turned a bit south, mostly east. Grisham then Sandy toward Government Camp but we were yawning every 90 seconds so stopped at Tollgate Campground.
Site 3 was next to the Zigzag River. The tent pitched below a little canyon edge.
On sleeping bags we lay in the sun, read, slept, ate chips lazily.
Mac and cheese was the perfect meal.
The road was not far but the river sound drowned it.
The tree bowed over the tent.
The headlamps batteries are getting low.
We washed dishes in the Zigzag with sand and rocks.
A chipmunk nearly nibbled our toes.
Mt Hood was white patches we did not see til morning.
We slept from 10 to 10.
Next stop: Why There are Words, Sausalito @ 7.