Hebo 

Hebo

Yes. I love Hebo, Oregon. It's not cute on purpose. It's not cute at all. It's beautiful and trashy. It holds no pretensions, no flower boxes, no trendy coffee shops. No painfully white socks pulled all the way up and no couples with matching windbreakers.

I camped at Hebo Lake this last week. Me, Pixie and the quiet buzz of mosquitoes. Then Nathan came up with a load of camping supplies he splurged on. We have a freaking screen tent to put over the picnic table. We have store-bought hotdog sticks. We have a campfire loveseat. Now we shall camp all year 'round.