Have you ever experienced those moments in time that are pure magic? My sweetheart and I took off in Lilly and headed into the woods. We followed the river way up into the mountains. The air was fresh with a hint of campfires hanging in the air. The terrain was filled with tiny waterfalls and rushing water so clear you could see the bottom of the river. It is like another world up there.
Lilly took to the road like a bloodhound in search of the perfect camp spot. We found one, Old Miners Meadow. We initially scouted it out on our way up the mountain. Fire ring, picnic table right next to the water. Perfect. Only one other campsite was occupied. We decided to head further up the road to see what we could see. We returned to the Meadow less then an hour later only to find that the picnic bench was gone. Now these benches are not small or lightweight. They are chunky and heavy, yet our fellow campers, in our absence, had dragged that bench to their campsite which was quite a distance from ours. Really? Now there is some determination. I felt like giving them some sort of standing ovation for expending that type of energy. Oh well, we had Lilly so we had all that we needed. My sweetie cooked up a tasty dinner and we spent the rest of the evening in front of the campfire making smores and laughing.
Sunday morning we awoke to rain. Now there is an oddity in Oregon. NOT. We had a delicious breakfast, broke camp and headed out for our second round of fishing but had no luck. We made our way back down the mountain and headed back to my place and proceeded to crash out heavily and nap like all stars. Ah Sundays, ya gotta love ‘em.