UPDATE: On our ride, we passed Cougar Camp. In the one photo below, I have my foot on the flat rock we used for cooking.
We rode just under 50 miles from Sisters to a campground at Ochoco Lake. (You can see the lake in the background of the photo of dad.)
Twenty-five years ago, we passed up this beautiful spot to look for the mythical Cougar Campground. When we didn't find anything, we stopped at a gravel turn-off and called that Cougar Campground. Not counting the abandoned camper in the background, the only "facilities" it had was a fairly flat rock.
In retrospect, it was exactly like pulling off the road at any old place and declaring: "I'm in a campground!"
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