The campground we stayed at in Everett was almost entirely concrete. There were some small bushes between campsites, but no grass. To take Dart out, we had to go through a locked gate in the back of the campground to a mostly gravel area. I hated it. But, it was close to some other things, so it was fine for the four days we stayed there. It was clean and the campground staff was very nice. It served its purpose.
We left Everett to go to the town of Concrete in the mountains. We are in a nice campground with trees and grass. We left concrete to go to Concrete.
After we set up camp, we went to the center of town to do some laundry. Although the campgrounds often have a place to do laundry, laundromats usually have more and bigger machines and a way to get much needed quarters. We usually find that doing laundry isn’t that much of a chore since you get to spend a little time in the town. Regis chatted with a couple guys and got the scoop on things. He also took a bunch of pictures of the town which I included below. He found out that the town burned down twice, so they built it with concrete the last time and renamed the town.
At the campground, there is WiFi access only within 50 feet of the Family Center. We a bit out of the 50 foot range, but Regis was able to get access from his laptop. In order to search for some future campsites, I sat on the couch next to Regis, he handed his laptop to me, and I proceeded to try to look at camping possibilities. I couldn’t get access. He was sitting next to me and had access, I couldn’t get access with the same computer. I handed it back to him and “voila” access. Hmmmm.
It turns out there is a tree between us and the Family Center. Where Regis was sitting, the tree was not a problem. Where I was sitting, it blocked access. Regis almost busted a rib laughing when he could get the computer to hum for him and I got nothing.
I found out that getting sites over the week-ends is tough. Campgrounds are already filled now. Perhaps school being out is part of the problem. And, the fourth of July week-end set me into a panic because I had a hard time finding a campground. The whole situation caused a major change in plans. But, c’est la vie. We’ll be spending the Fourth of July on the Olympic Peninsula. That wasn’t the original plan, but it works. Best to be flexible. I was able to get us campsites through July 13.
Jason is on his way up from Seattle to join us right now. He has some hiking planned for the next two days. He’ll probably kill me. If I don’t post tomorrow, you can assume that I’m recovering in a heap somewhere in the RV (or perhaps worse, in a hospital). I will try to keep up.
We are also learning something about ourselves. We find that in our favorite campgrounds, we are often the biggest RV. These campgrounds tend to be occupied with people who are enjoying “camping”. In our least favorite campgrounds, we tend to be the smallest RV with lots of Class A’s in the place. These campgrounds are less about nature and more about concrete. I think it means we want to “camp” but we are cushy campers. I’m no longer interested in freezing in a tent, but I still want the trees and the whole camping experience. It gives us something to think about as we continue our travels.