For this frigid day in Oregon, I fondly think back on this serene summer scene from the San Juan Islands.
Category Archives: USA
Foto Friday
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, this tee-shirt says it all. Live Simply. Eat. Sleep. Camp. I would add Love but hey, who am I to argue with greatness!
Savoring Santa Fe
I have always been a bit fascinated by the Southwestern United States. Although I had traveled through the area several times as a child, for some reason my parents never found the area interesting enough to actually spend time in. When Jim and I decided to take an extended road trip around the U.S. a couple of years ago, we made sure to include plenty of time for the National parks, Sedona, the Grand Canyon, and, especially, Santa Fe.
Foto Friday
To celebrate the truly amazing October weather we have been having this week in Oregon, some gorgeous dahlias from my mother-in-laws garden!
Foto Friday
Autumn sunsets on the Oregon coast. They don’t get much better than this!
Cape Lookout in Pictures
We have been busy getting the Black Dog Chronicles up and running in the last week or two, but I wanted to get a brief post off showing a recent weekend at Cape Lookout in pictures. A more detailed post will follow but for now- enjoy the perfection of fall camping in Oregon.
Autumn Magic
Fall in Oregon is a magical time, and our favorite camping season. With warm days, cool nights, and half filled campgrounds, it’s a campers heaven.
The Joy of Long-Term Friends
We recently spent a long weekend with our friends, Ron & Dario and Dave & Anne. Having camped solo so far this year, it was an excellent reminder of the joy of camping with friends. Shared meal preparation, good food and wine and conversations around the fire made for a relaxing and enjoyable weekend. We’ve known all of these friends for years, shared triumphs and tragedies, and often words were not necessary, the mere presence of longtime friends was enough.
Foto Friday
Foto Friday from Oregon. Love my black dogs!
Peace in Nature
The sun shown brightly overhead as I swayed in my hammock. Fish jumped for flies and the only sound was the whistle-like singing of the birds in the trees. Dappled sunlight reflected off the water as I soaked in the beauty of the lake. And I remembered why I love backpacking.
