Wed. Sept 10
Today was a very lazy day. We got up late, ate a very leisurely breakfast, talked to several of the retired group of campers next to us. We finally went for a walk down the road at about 11 or so. Came back for lunch, showers, then into Maupin to check out a few things. Harris wanted to use a coupon for a river rafting, but it was only good for an all day trip, something neither of us wanted. We went geocaching, but only found one of the three. (two were hidden by the same guy in the White River Falls State Park…found an empty fishing line where one could have been once…and the other was somewhere in a wall of rocks…) disappointing. The high point of the day was driving a back way into Maupin that a camper told us about that goes along the Deschutes River that was scenic with Tribal fisherman netting fish on wooden platforms and the river rushing by below them. We kept passing alternating signs every few hundred feet saying “You are entering public lands” and “you are leaving public lands”. Talk about bipolar! Now we're back at the same camp, drinking rum and cokes, sitting outside in the beautiful evening, and life is good.
Today was a very lazy day. We got up late, ate a very leisurely breakfast, talked to several of the retired group of campers next to us. We finally went for a walk down the road at about 11 or so. Came back for lunch, showers, then into Maupin to check out a few things. Harris wanted to use a coupon for a river rafting, but it was only good for an all day trip, something neither of us wanted. We went geocaching, but only found one of the three. (two were hidden by the same guy in the White River Falls State Park…found an empty fishing line where one could have been once…and the other was somewhere in a wall of rocks…) disappointing. The high point of the day was driving a back way into Maupin that a camper told us about that goes along the Deschutes River that was scenic with Tribal fisherman netting fish on wooden platforms and the river rushing by below them. We kept passing alternating signs every few hundred feet saying “You are entering public lands” and “you are leaving public lands”. Talk about bipolar! Now we're back at the same camp, drinking rum and cokes, sitting outside in the beautiful evening, and life is good.
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