Our first camping trip of the year. Finally.
Not that we didn’t try earlier. It seems that pandemic camping is in.
When things began to open up in late May our favorite campgrounds filled up quickly, without us. And last month, when we tried to book a site in Olympic National Park we had to settle for Plan B and stayed at Lake Quinault Lodge instead (which was even better but I digress.)
Still we had a hankering to go camping and looked once more to our favorite spots this week. No dice. So we gave up on Washington and headed south. To Fort Stevens State Park in Oregon, where the Columbia River meets the Pacific; rich in history, beaches, and bike trails.
As we began to get the camper ready, guess who showed up?
“I’m here to help,” he said. “And of course I’d like to come along. I’ll be no trouble. I promise.”
“Sorry Benji, we wish you could come but who’d look after Tiger?”
So we ignored his pleas and sad eyes and set out anyway, with our lodging, food and entertainment with us. About right – in the middle of a pandemic – don’t you think?
I’ll have more to share with you in the next few days but until then; nothing beats having your morning coffee next to a campfire.