Mt. Hood National Forest, Indian Henry campground

Coffee tastes better when you're camping. Every morning we would wake up in our cold tent and the first thing on our minds was the coffee that was a good hour away. Our camp stove broke the first morning of our trip so boiling water meant gathering wood, starting a fire and heating water in the old, battered cook pot. When the water finally boiled we took turns dripping cup after cup of the strong, fragrant brew. Potatoes and bacon would sizzle. Our campsite was the coziest spot on the river.