Deschutes River Walks
On a whim, my wife and I drove over the Cascades last night to go camping along the banks of the Deschutes River. There were no crowds, and we managed to stumble into a good campsite at the city park in Maupin, the epicenter of Deschutes rafting. After gawking at a close to full moon, we crashed. In the morning, we had a very satisfying breakfast at Henry’s, then headed downriver for some adventures. Because the ecosystems here are so different than those around Portland, it always feels like a vacation.
Something about sagebrush, rimrock, and blue skies engergized me. We popped out of the car at many spots, including one where D. and I first camped together in 1996. It brought back good memories, and Jackie Chan kept bringing back the ball we chucked. Sherar’s Falls was a sight to behold. The fishing platforms Native American constructed over the whitewater were crazy. There were also wooden ladders going right down the volcanic rock to the water. Eventually we left the river and headed back towards a main road, but it had been a great little adventure.