Anyone who follows me at all, knows I am fortunate that my Dad is still alive and kicking (sometimes bucking everybody, every which way), and that, as a family, camping, hunting and fishing are part of our DNA. This past week Dad (now 92), and I (65) have camped in a nice cabin at Crescent Creek, near Crescent and Odell Lakes, at the summit of Willamette Pass, in Oregon. Though he can be an obstinate cuss, I love him dearly, and feel blessed to have this precious time being together, doing what we have always done to ‘get away from it all.’  Hope you catch a bit of the good times in these photos.