We left the town of Bend for the first time in 5 months yesterday- I guess our first cold winter in three years made us go into hibernation mode. As lifelong Oregonians, we felt the stateriotic (pride in one's home state) duty to go camping and experience nature in it's finest, specifically in the famous Steens Mountains of south-eastern Oregon. That whole area is a favorite of ours, and I was proportionately way too excited for the two day camping excursion- which I blame on not having left a 30-mile radius in so long.
The start of the trip wasn't too auspicious, because we left too early to take Moma on her morning walk, and she barked at us to let us know of her displeasure. Our ears rang:
But she soon wised up to the coolness of our destination, and once we got there, decided to help Taylor fish for rainbow trout:
Her help payed off, because he caught a big, old papa. Meanwhile, I took a lovely nap under an old teepee frame I found (was it built by Native Americans or hippies, we will never know). My pillow wasn't near as bad as Jacob's rock- a nice paperback book by Virginia Woolf. I like to think I soaked up some of her way with words into my dreams (which were bizarre, by the way):
Also, our campsite had been frequented by lovers of iconic '90's bands, as seen by these quaint engravings on the picnic table. The attention to detail in the backwards 'R' is my favorite part:
The next day we headed around the bend, so to speak, to the Alvord Desert, a true freak of nature in nature. Picture, if you will, mountains almost 10,000 feet high on one side and a huge flat desert miles across on the other- so great! You can drive no-handed and blind, and still be safe. If we could only figure out how to make the moolah out there, we would totally buy a big parcel of land and make it our home sweet home- a lack of crowds and a surplus of space equals count us in!
Moma and I had a race. It was a tie:
And then she faced the gusty winds, and tried to figure out just where the heck we were:
All in all, a good mini-excursion. Camping is ten times as much fun with a dog than without. And Moma had been so good on the trip that when we got home, she promptly ran off yipping and yapping after a herd of deer. Sheesh already.
The start of the trip wasn't too auspicious, because we left too early to take Moma on her morning walk, and she barked at us to let us know of her displeasure. Our ears rang:
But she soon wised up to the coolness of our destination, and once we got there, decided to help Taylor fish for rainbow trout:
Her help payed off, because he caught a big, old papa. Meanwhile, I took a lovely nap under an old teepee frame I found (was it built by Native Americans or hippies, we will never know). My pillow wasn't near as bad as Jacob's rock- a nice paperback book by Virginia Woolf. I like to think I soaked up some of her way with words into my dreams (which were bizarre, by the way):
Also, our campsite had been frequented by lovers of iconic '90's bands, as seen by these quaint engravings on the picnic table. The attention to detail in the backwards 'R' is my favorite part:
The next day we headed around the bend, so to speak, to the Alvord Desert, a true freak of nature in nature. Picture, if you will, mountains almost 10,000 feet high on one side and a huge flat desert miles across on the other- so great! You can drive no-handed and blind, and still be safe. If we could only figure out how to make the moolah out there, we would totally buy a big parcel of land and make it our home sweet home- a lack of crowds and a surplus of space equals count us in!
Moma and I had a race. It was a tie:
And then she faced the gusty winds, and tried to figure out just where the heck we were:
All in all, a good mini-excursion. Camping is ten times as much fun with a dog than without. And Moma had been so good on the trip that when we got home, she promptly ran off yipping and yapping after a herd of deer. Sheesh already.
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Moma is getting so big! She is adorable.
This blog post makes me want to go camping :)
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