Camping

We have two seasons in Oregon: rain (9 months) and summer (3 months). The rain never seems to end and right when I think I'm going to drown myself in the lake puddle on the corner of 14th and Jefferson, summer rolls around and ALL IS FORGIVEN! Nothing beats summer in Oregon. During these few short months, you can see the purpose to all the rain.

BAM! Purpose.

We went camping at Lost Lake over the weekend (love you Julia) and it was awesome. I. Love. Camping. I LOVE IT! You get to be dirty and stinky and nobody cares! I have never been to Lost Lake and I didn't realize what I was missing. The lake is b-e-a-utiful and you can rent all sorts of fun lake stuff: paddle boats, kayaks, paddle boards, etc. We just brought floaties and swam.

 

There was a fair amount of wild life, mostly chipmunks and salamanders. Yay! You can also take a hike around the lake, there is a path that circles the whole thing, about 3.5 miles. If you don't want to be with the crowd on the main beach, hike this bad boy and find your own spot. There are a ton of small beaches you can have to yourself if you are willing to walk there.

We lived mainly on hot dogs and sandwiches... until Saturday night when Carson dreamed up this delicious pot of awesome. FRANK AND BEANS! He just cooked up some bacon in a small pot, then added the franks (without draining the bacon grease) then added the *cough expired cough* beans. We poured them over onion buns and added a bit of cheese on top. It. Was. Bomb. Yay Carson. 

Omnomnomnom, amazeballs.

And Kegan went out Saturday night and took this amaaaaaazing long exposure picture of the stars...