Tonight, I feel like a billionaire. Or, I guess, what I would do with a Billion dollars since I don’t have any aspirations to go to Mars. In this modern day, there doesn’t seem like any other realistic explanation to explain the feeling of freedom when camping on our public lands in the West. Tonight, we’ve parked our van in the exact same spot as the past few years in the Deschutes National Forest, just 10 minutes outside of Bend, Oregon. And just like the previous years, I sit here, staring off in to the distance, through the ponderosa pine forest, spaced …
Bend, Oregon has Finally Lost its Mountain Town Charm
