Mapuin Day three

Friday nights pot luck put me to bed, I woke up early the next day. Occasionally I sleep better in my bus than I do in my bed.

Most people were still asleep, so I made my coffee silently. It was my intention to take pictures of buses, but somehow, the dogs got my attention. Maupin is a family campout, people bring their families. For some, that means their dogs.

I haven't seen cats or birds on these trips yet, but I suspect that I'm only counting down the days.

It was too overcast on Saturday to go white water rafting, so most of us settled with drinking beer. I spent time adjusting Joes exhaust, most of his connections had rattled loose, and he lost an exhaust header stud.
I had the help of the lovely Patricia, while her patient husband looked on with both amusement and horror.

Later that afternoon we did the annual beer tasting

Oregonians take their beer seriously, the only other state that I have seen with the same level of dedication is Colorado. One of the campers is a brewer, and brought his own keg of "something special'. (If any of the attendees could tell me his name and brewery, I'd like to give him full credit, that stuff was awesome)

And like any good campout, the sun set,

the lights came on

and the people got weird. :)

Up next. Just how big is that tent?