In his song “Water,” Brad Paisley couldn’t have put it any better:
“And when that summer sun starts to beatin’ down
And you don’t know what to do
Grab your swimming trunks, ice up that old Igloo
And drive until the map turns blue.”
It’s February and, unfortunately for a cold-hater like myself, warm weather (the kind that I like– 75+) in Central Oregon doesn’t appear until mid-June, if we’re lucky. So, the only thing I can do is live vicariously through the lyrics above and dream about the day I’ll be driving “until the map turns blue”– and in my case, that blue part signifies a little lake next to a little town called Oakridge.
Yes, good ol’ Central Oregon offers world-class camping and boating opportunities (http://www.visitcentraloregon.com/), but when your Dad is a “creature of habit” like mine is, it means the same RV and camping spot year after year. So, despite missing out on places like Crescent Lake or Lake Billy Chinook, family tradition calls and overrides any “chaotic” adventure that may entail an hour-long search for the “perfect spot” because Dad’s already got one picked out in Oakridge. But no matter, because wherever we end up, easy water-access, continuous alcohol consumption and endless camp-fire discussions tend to create hilarious stories with each new summer.
Will this summer top my 60-mph enema of 2010 (in short: bad tubing accident), the year we burnt my brother’s leg hairs off with a lighter and can of bug spray, or our own rendition of a human rodeo (If you haven’t guessed it from the photos below, my brother Larry plays the bull.)? We’ll see. Regardless, the count-down is on and I look forward to another summer of reckless ventures on the water.
Do you have any crazy camping stories? Amuse me and comment below! In the meantime, check out my crappy phone videos and images of past camping adventures with the Liggetts. Enjoy!