On Labor Day Weekend it's best to get as far away from the city as possible, as the hoards head out to get their last weekend of camping done. Ken chose Monty Campground, and what a choice it was!
We arrived Friday night after driving through some magnificent scenery all the way from Lake Oswego, 162 miles away, about 4 hours drive, no highways. We drove over a volcano, through forests, down into a canyon, through an Indian reservation, along rivers and lakes. The 4 hours flew by as there is constantly beautiful views passing by the windows.
We had the campground pretty much to ourselves. It was basic, a pit toilet was the only facility but the location was supreme, right on the Metolius River. You could hear the river from pretty much anywhere in the campground along with the Ospreys squawking overhead. The 3 days went by all too quickly with much of the time spent hanging out and chatting while children and dogs ran around us.
I'm terrible at taking pictures at camp, I'd rather just chat and enjoy the relaxation, but here's some pictures we did get. It's mostly the last few of us leaving the campsite in convoy.