Spent 5 days on the John Day River as part of an attempt at getting something done requiring some distance from phones and other distractions.
One of my favorite campgrounds is a 4-site flat called Lone Pine just west of Kimberly (I know, too urban for some). Pulled in, found my usual spot, settled in for a good night's sleep. Never happened, because an old motorhome with hunters stayed away all night and forgot to turn their ancient
generator off. No one to complain to, so I went down the road to Big Bend Rec. site. Again, on a flat just beside the river, but the current was very calm, so the silence was awesome and the birds singing on the hillside on the other shore were spectacular. Nice restroom, but no other services, no drinking water, no garbage service, nothing. Fine with me. Cost was excessive, but my Ancient of Age card brought it down to a manageable $2.50 per night. Open all year.
The second day the 13'
Burro pulled in behind me, just as we didn't plan, and the Group Meeting was on. Dave from Wilsonville is a hunting/fishing guide specializing in the Northern Oregon Coast. We enjoyed several interesting conversations (AND I got a lot done even so). He was unaware of fiberglassrv.com which I shamelessly peddled . I expect he will join us shortly.
His
Burro is a 1985 and he uses it as a hunting and fishing cabin. It has served him faithfully for many years, but he expects it will eventually give up on him and he'll just leave it by the side of the road. My opinion was that he should try to sell it to a rehabber instead. The shell seems like it is in pretty good condition, age considered. We don't plan to do this again next year, so I'll probably seem him again then.
If you go there be careful of the Kimberly store. They
sold me a small carton of Umpqua ice cream which turned out to be 14 months outdated. Kept it as evidence in case I got deathly sick but informed them pointedly that doing that is a no-no. Didn't taste much like ice cream either. As a good Amurrican I keep the option of a lawsuit open.
The
Burro was its usual well-trained self and the plan to
escape the forecasted nasty weather in Portland worked well, for the most part.