Camp 18 & Multnomah Falls

The fam and a lady in purple at the falls.

Me and H at the falls.

Just the falls.

Carson's favorite part at the falls....

H just liked being free and out of the car. Well, and she liked the ice cream too.

C still enjoying.

One of the many carved things at Camp 18. There is a bear that is as big as the restaurant outside too.

Carson on the man at Camp 18.

See that Mom was confused and thought she could use RV and Bus parking. Just because it sounded like a bus full of kids in the Highlander does not mean that it was.

Monga and Bopa introduce Harper to Multnomah Falls

The train that runs by and the sign in front. I missed the shot before this of the front of the train...but several passed by while we were here.

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We made a few stops on the way home. We used to stop at Paul Bunyan's for lunch...but him and his blue ox Babe are long gone I guess. Torn down? Not sure. But, we stopped at Camp 18 for lunch last time we were here so we stopped again. Camp 18 is on your way driving back to Portland from the ocean and then at Multnomah Falls and again in The Dalles for "beaver shirts" and gas. The boys are obsessed with OSU and Carson specifically only wants to wear his beaver shirt....every day. I don't know why I packed other things for him.

Camp 18 is now a restaurant and logging museum, but it used to be a real logging station. Everything here is made of wood (makes sense) Some of the tables are actual large tree rounds.