Tripometer – 7001
Gas Gauge – 538.989 gal
Location – Blue Sky RV Park, Preston, WA
Lodging – $45
Cans of OFF – 4
We woke up this morning to disaster. Kelly couldn’t get a reliable internet connection on her laptop. We can surf the internet on our phones, but the tethering connection to her laptop was simply unusable. Neither of us had tried to use data tethering since entering this section of Canada and we can only assume the difficulties we were having we related to international arrangements between cellular providers. We have to move and move now. As Kelly went into town to find a wifi connection, Paul packed up the trailer and got ready to move AGAIN.
On the way south towards Seattle we passed a wildfire on the roadside. It’s so dry here that the slightest spark can ignite the dry grasses at the edge of the road.
We drove as quickly as we could toward Chris & Sam Walsh’s home near (what we thought was) Snoqualmie Pass. We were looking to secure a campsite for several days as we visit with Paul’s two nephews that live in the Seattle area. Paul made two rather large errors in planning today. 1) Check to make sure that the RV Park you’re trying to get into has availability before you arrive, and 2) Check with your hosts to make sure they haven’t moved in the past year. Finding a campsite this evening was by far the most difficulty we’ve had finding a place to park this beast yet this trip. At the end of the day we were able to find a campsite for the night at an RV park in Preston, WA – but only by luck and only for one night. Looks like we’ll have to move again tomorrow… Our fourth day of moving in a row.
The RV Park that we landed in this evening was more than a little odd (for us). The RV site we had for the evening had a full hookup but was so small that we couldn’t even extend our awning to its fullest extent without hitting our neighbor. More importantly, we spent the evening staring at the transparent elbow in our neighbor’s sewage pipe. Delightful… The residents in this RV park also deserve a description. Aside from the odd retiree, most of the RV owners got up at 7 or 8 and assumedly headed off to work. Most were men in their 40s or 50s. Kelly and I are going on the working assumption that most of these men are divorcees who separated from their wives and moved out with the RV and the truck. What a weird place to spend the night. (We wish we had taken a picture of this place).
Special Note: Ranger is not the most communicative dog we’ve had. It took him several months at home trying to ‘stare’ us into ‘knowing’ that he needed to go out before he figured out that whining might be a better method of communication. Well on this leg of the trip he figured out that the same whine works to let us know he wants to have his window down so he can stick his head out. We think having his head out the window might be the one and only reason he’s still sane after all of the driving we’ve been doing.