After much debate about where to camp, it seemed that central Oregon would be less rainy than over here in the western part of the state. It was raining when we left Portland, and it just got worse from there. We drove a little less than 3 hours over the Santiam Pass to Camp Sherman, on the Metolius River and met up with our friends from Bend.
It was a really beautiful spot and we all did our best to keep the party going, despite the weather.
Luckily we had 2 easy-up canopies or else it would have been a disaster trying to cook and hang out in the rain.
Like the last time we camped, August found the dirt to be delicious:
There were loads of salmon flies attracted to the lanterns at night:
The next day, the weather would clear up and the sun would come out for a while, then the rain would resume. After several hours of this, it seemed best to pack it in and find a motel. No one knew if there was enough propane to keep the kiddies warm for 2 nights in a row, and we were pretty much out of dry clothes for August.
We headed to Sisters, OR and found a funky motor inn and crashed there. Breakfast cocktails* started off the day on Sunday--the sun was shining and we were happy to be dry!
*Note--this photo was taken after said breakfast cocktails were consumed.