Paisley, Oregon (5/7)

About 25 miles or so north of Lakeview, a person comes to a sleepy little town called Paisley. This is a farming and ranching community that is actually smaller than the tiny town I live in. The population is around 250. I’ve always enjoyed this little town and the people in it.

My mother and father both went to school in this town and my father spent a little time breaking horses for one of the ranchers here when he was a young man.

I’m fairly well acquainted with Paisley, too. Through most of my youth and into my adulthood, we used to take camping trips to Campbell Lake, Deadhorse Lake, or the Chewaucan River. All of these can be reached by turning to the left just up the road a little way. 

We generally didn’t come through Paisley when we went on our every-other-week camping trips, but if we ran out of necessary supplies, this is where we could come to pick up those supplies. 

The road that goes up by those camping sites continues on and eventually comes out just east of Bly, Oregon and that was how we got to the campsites, through Bly.

This isn’t a town that you are likely to see in an Oregon travel brochure, but it has a lot of charm and character.