Thursday, September 5
The crew and I wake to a typical Pacific Northwest day. These photos were taken during the brightest part of the morning between rain showers.
Although this is a pretty place with the features I covet — seclusion, quiet, natural beauty, affordable — I’m going to move to another camp for the weekend. This part of Hood Canal is mostly private residences clinging to the shoreline, a few restaurants and a place to taste and buy wine. I want to move closer to Port Townsend.
I take us the eight miles or so to Highway 101.
We backtrack, heading south along Hood Canal. It’s not a good day for taking photos. My plan is to drive to Potlach State Park Day-Use Area, walk around by the water with the crew, and then go to one of the restaurants for a late lunch.
At Hoodsport, I stop at the IGA store. In the deli section rotisserie chickens are “$5.99 for one day only.” Gosh, the crew has been so good . . . yesterday on that long drive . . . and this morning, walking around the campground, not running off (Spike) . . . .
I pick up the heftiest chicken.
I can go to a restaurant another day. We’ll have a picnic at the park! It’ll be fun!
Right before I ease out of the parking lot onto the main road, a guy pulls up alongside the PTV.
“What’s that? 110 watts?” he calls out.
“No, two hundred, I answer. Got two AGM batteries inside.” Gee, I sound like a guy.
“How’s it work for ya,'” he asks.
“Fantastic! I love it,” I respond, while glancing in the side mirror to see if I’m holding up traffic.
He looks up at the panel wistfully.
“I want to get solar for my motorhome.”
“Do it,” I respond. “It’s great!”
I have this conversation all the time with people. If they’re not asking about the solar panel, they’re complimenting the Best Little Trailer. Hey, it’s nice to be the subject of envy. I won’t deny that. Better that than the other way around . . .
I drive us into Potlach State Park.
Uh-oh, Discover Pass required. I don’t have one. I have a Forest Pass. Thinking we’ll have to leave, I drive toward the exit. What’s this? “15-minute parking – no pass required.”
Looks like we’ll have our picnic after all!
I don’t have any utensils (shoulda’ picked some up at the deli), but it doesn’t matter. I pull off pieces for me and for the crew with my bare hands. Boy, it tastes good, sitting out here in this misty air. A brief walk-around and we’re good to go!
The rain pelts the roof of the BLT most of the night.
During a brief hiatus, an owl hoots several times. No one is here. Not even on the road or at the campground further up the road. I smile at the peace this gives me. I fall back to sleep waiting for the next hoot.
TODAY IS A SPECIAL DAY!
Two people dear to me – my sister, Pauline, and my friend, Mick in Tennessee — share a birthday today.
(And guess what? Mick has sent a surprise package for me to a nearby post office. That’s typical of Mick. It’s HIS birthday, so he sends ME a gift . . . Hey, that works.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAULINE AND MICK!