In the late 1920’s my brother-in-law’s family started a campground on their property. The big draw must have been the sandy shores along the Pudding River and the beautiful wooded area. Families would come from Portland and beyond to enjoy the countryside. Located just 30 minutes from the city, famiies would come on the weekend and set up camp, husbands would stay until they had to be at work. They would then go back to the city for the week and return for their families the following weekend.
In her autobiography, A Girl from Yamill, Beverly Cleary recalls fondly, summers she spent with her family at the Colvin Family Camp Ground on the banks of the Puddin’.
Sounded like a great way to celebrate the end of summer.
The kids set out to find flotation devices…
A little late in the season, all that was left after 6 stores and 2 hours was..
2 sea horses, one piranha, a small princess air mattress and a beach ball!
It has been a few years since anyone has swimmed in this section of the river,
so access was a bit tricky…
The river was a bit low…
At certain times of the year this can be a very swift, deep river, threatening to overflow it’s banks. This was not one of those times.
A VERY gentle current.
They are on their way.
We helped them down to the river at one end of the property.
Then headed to the other end to meet them.
A beautiful place to sit and wait.
Does this look like a many legged sea monster???
I thought so too…
Thankfully they are coming.
Not a minute too soon, since we seem to have sprung a leak.
Headed back for a campfire.
Sounds like FUN!