My favorite memory of the six Oregon Jamborees I’ve experienced didn’t even happen at the Jamboree, really.
It occurred a few years ago as I walked back to The New Era office on Main Street to take a break from covering the festival. As I recall, it was just around noon when I rounded the corner from the Rio parking lot and saw the station wagon.
It was one of those 1970s-vintage 10-passenger boats, the…