Yurt Camping at Tugman State Park



We had a whole week of gorgeous weather (for October), so Meg organized a weekend yurt-camping trip with our friends the Watkins. Our destination was Tugman State Park, a few miles south of Reedsport (about two hours north of where I took the boys in August).

I took Friday afternoon off so we left right after eating lunch. The boys behaved quietly in the back seat while I entertained Meg the driver with all of my witty and insightful conversation. We had a few hours to burn before the Watkins arrived, so I took the older boys hiking around Eel Lake, which of course included a compulsory stop along the shore to throw rocks into the water.

After the Watkins arrived, we fixed dinner/dessert, hung out around the campfire, and talked until about midnight (the kids went to bed several hours earlier. Brent W. took the kids fishing late Saturday morning and actually reeled in a 12" trout--a fish he really didn't want to catch, and which he tried to release (but the poor fish had nearly killed itself on the hook), and which he gave to another party fishing, as they were happy to make good use of it.

On our way home, we stopped to play on a section of the Oregon Dunes between Reedsport and Florence. Meg and I had spent a few minutes in a different section of the Dunes back in January, but I was glad to spend a few hours exploring the area this time. Eddie especially loved running down the steep dunes and didn't complain about having to climb up to the top to run down again. Only a handful of people were there (and none for very long), so it felt like we owned the place for the afternoon.

We stopped in Veneta to for dinner. We bought food from Taco Time, Subway, and Dairy Queen to appease everyone's interests, except for Ian, who cried all the way home to Salem, despite the efforts of his brothers and me to distract and entertain him.

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  1. Sara4:29 PM

    I love your boys!! They are so entertaining to watch!

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