This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
I am hard at work on my evening chores in the tent in wonderful Emigrant Hill State Park in Oregon, while Donner is already in a deep slumber. As if he had a hard day today.
