I was cruising down Highway 26 between Portland and the coast when I spotted something that made me slam the brakes without thinking.
Camp 18 isn’t just a restaurant, it’s a full-on log cabin spectacle that looks like it was dropped straight out of a lumberjack fairytale.
The ridge pole stretches high overhead, axe handles frame the doors, and the logging gear outside makes you feel like you’ve wandered into a living history museum. I went in expecting a quick bite and ended up sitting down to a cinnamon roll so big it could feed a family reunion…