Swift River Reservoir Campground
Day #12 part 2
After having my bike stolen in the early afternoon, I spent the second half of June 21st pretending to be a duck. Ya know, let the bad shit roll off my back. Don’t let the bad stuff get me down.
I did walk away from REI with a new pair of hiking shoes that I love. So, that’s something good!
After filing the police report on my stolen bike, we made a quick stop down by the waterfront, just to have a peak. And then we left Oregon.
We headed towards Mt. St. Helens, in Washington. Stopped for the night in Cougar, at the very beautiful Swift River Reservoir Campground.
Our campsite @ Swift River Reservoir Campground
Mark & Dax @ Swift River Reservoir Campground
Mark & Dax @ Swift River Reservoir Campground
Surrounded by magnificent tall trees, bordered by the river, and sparsely populated, we had a lovely evening. Sat around the campfire and played music until late, with nobody nearby to complain!
Evening @ Swift River Reservoir Campground
Today I realized that Mark and I had fallen into a couple of rather traditional roles. Mark had become the “hunter.” And I had become the “gatherer.” Mark was the one who hunted around the grocery marts to find meat. I was the one who gathered up kindling for our fires. And we never, ever, switched roles.
Gathering kindling for the fire
Airstream Moho-A-Go-Go 