Don. Kinda reminds me of the 50's and 60's when I was introduced to the place.
But back then, during general deer season, it was snowed in.
My dad would alway's tried to take the family over there and hunt the Paulina creek area, for the big buck.
IF, we could get over Santiam pass (hwy 22) without chains.
Went up to the lakes one year and camped. It was a very dry year. Hardly any snow yet.
Bears in the un-improved campground, wandering around all night it seemed like.
No deer on the top of the station wagon on the way home, and barely made it back over the pass, as the snow had started to pile up.
But the camping trip was worth it.
The smell of bacon and eggs and flapjacks cooking over the campfire is hard to forget.
Mighty crispy mornings there.
You brought back some fine memories of when I was a couple years younger than now. Many Garcia's.