Friday was a good day for riding the 178 miles from home to the Crooked River.
I've never been here, and I was looking forward to it,
but step one was to select a campsite, and then mark it so others coming in tonight would see it.
This oughta do it....
I went cruising around for a while, out another road to the Prineville Reservoir,
where I found this most excellent rustic log fish cleaning station:
Back at the campground, there's still nobody in sight.
By the river at the Chimney Rock Campground is built what appears to be a handicap accessable fishing platform,
jutting out into the river. Good views of a pretty river, here
When I do meet oremike, we proceed to unload TWO TONS OF STUFF from his half-ton Ranger Pickup
Then we set up our tents. None too soon, here comes the snow....
We sat under the Easy-Up that night, after it got blown down and almost into the river.
When the snow quit, the night got still and the stars came out. The Campfire seemed too close to work, for our first night out.
Early to bed, after our first day on the Crooked River. Fooking cold, this night.