If you get to Oregon: "Susan Creek Campground" (run by the BLM) on the Umpqua River. In the evening five or six 'camp sites (tents to full on Motor Homes, didn't make a bit of difference) doing 'pot luck' dinners and sipping wine as we chatted around a large fire after dinner.
Where to fish tomorrow? Or just to flop out in the river on a hot day. Context for fishing: First or last 'light' or forget about it save for dumb luck.
Kids at the tables playing card games via Colman Lanterns.
"Sumores" time, hand shakes/hugs, then off to bed. Depending upon the time of the year 'we fellows' would collect at '0500' and be on the river before day light. Thermo's full of black coffee.** Back by 0800 for breakfast then back out at 'dusk' for another go.
Sometimes the main course was fresh Steelhead. Had a Weber BBQ in the MH that I'd carry over to 'his' camp site' if he was the 'Host' for the evening.
** I got to be the 'coffee man' as I could kick on the generator and brew two large pots in minutes and another huge 'chuge-chug' going on the stove top. lOVED the sound of that guy. Chug, plurp, chug, blurp into the glass thingie on top as the coffee 'perked.' Fill up the Termo's with boiling hot water, heat up and pour out and in the coffee. Stayed hot for hours that way.
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Speaking of 'old' .... Lab just walked into my office DEMANDING treats. Darned thing has his 'act' down pat; short of a "Sandy, stop it!"
no way can ignore 100 pounds of 'fluffy puppy.' Jump up and down, roll over, one foot away, banging his head ageist your leg, and looking you straight in the eye ... no 'blinks.'
His "problem" is that's it only 2:27 in the PM and his dinner time isn't until 4.
Wrong answer from his perspective.