Camp 18

I finish writing all about my June trip to Seattle and breathe a sigh of relief. That was a lot of photos to cover! And now, here we are in August and I'm about to barrage you with images from my July trip to Portland, where I probably shot double the photographs. I made 53 Polaroids (felt so good!) and cruised through three rolls of film (two of which are over on Doubles). It was a trip for the record books, full of awesome friends, good food, good beer, a plethora film, and a whole lot of wandering. It was right up my alley!

All of these Polaroids are from Camp 18 on Highway 26 on the way out to the coast. We didn't stop for food, just a little exploring. There were so many cool things to photograph there. I walked up the river a bit, climbed on top of a log taller than me, and for the first time ever, I trespassed. We had no choice. When there's a cool old truck covered in weeds and wildflowers along an old forest road, you just trespass. (Truth be told, I was really hesitant but Vanessa convinced me. It was worth it. Really worth it. I'll post those photos later on...) Once we'd taken our photo opportunities, we ran back out past the sign and went on our way to Cannon Beach.