I think the problem with the camping blog posts is that I went camping with Camper Man. If you sent me out in the wilderness alone, this would have been way funnier. The amount of panicking I did with Deren is nothing compared to the frenzy I would have whipped up for myself.
When the lady told us about C1, I was frantic. I knew if I didn’t get that camp spot the adventure would be ruined. I couldn’t believe that Derwood drove the speed limit of 10 to C1….move! hurry! drive!!! What if someone beats us to C1!?!?! We FINALLY arrived after driving for what seemed like 4 minutes; put the stuff out and Derwood went to pay the $10 fee. I panicked that someone would come and tell me we had to move our stuff, that we couldn’t really have the precious C1. Apparently that’s not how it works. It was fine.
We took care of business at C1 and then put on our swimsuits and took off to the river to go fishing!
Derwood is like a freaking mountain goat walking over rocks down the river. While I timidly stepped from rock to rock terrified I would fall and get my book wet.
We found a good spot to fish and I sat on a rock next to Derwood as he cast his line and reeled it in. He caught and released a few small trout. I thought it was very sad and declined to learn how to fish so Deren got bored. I read and looked around at all the nature. It was amazing to me that the only sound I could hear was the water rushing over the rocks. That’s it. No traffic. No people. No TV. No music. Just the water.
After the fishing, I suggested we go swimming. There was a little rapid where we could slide out on the rocks and then slide in and the current steered us downstream and then we could swim to the shallows. I loved it! I swam back up stream (I’m like a salmon) and did it again and again like a kid. I have never gone swimming in a river like out in nature in the woods.
Now for the big reveal…..the rope between the trees??
I did finally have to go to the Vault.
This is a generic photo of a Vault not my specific Vault.
And the bathroom was very clean. I was careful to look only at the ceiling and run out right quick back to the hand sanitizer that we bought on our trip into Tillamook. I preferred the Vault once it was dark and I was in there with a flashlight because I had no chance of seeing what was in the vault. And with enough wine in me, the Vault turned into a tree by our camp spot.
That’s it. We had steak and potatoes and superfood salad for dinner. I slept like a baby, a really tired camping baby. And we got up and packed it all in and drove home through the beautiful wine country of Yamhill Valley, Oregon. Done.