Poor tired old motor home, lets take the Ferry from Port Townsend to Whidbey Island, Don't look it is not my best side, but we were first on with a birds eye view of the short trip.
Deception State Beach...300 campsites...all sold out! That's ok, not our kind of beach and so many people and frankly that wind is chilly, I am all bundled up in John's Padre Sweatshirt, hood and all.
That's John's Stephanie cup, it keeps ice in the form of ice for 3 days, it has been a real blessing since our freezer is smallish. What is that, there, next to your cup, it is a God a quince....under ware, men's under ware, get them honey no one is looking. John is on his last pair. We are going to Concrete, the big city tomorrow to do laundry for the first time...i have just been buying what I need at Walmart.
Nice drive over the 20 into Burlington, good thing we moved on....miles and miles of traffic over this 2 lane bridge, beautiful view but the traffic from the other direction was worse than we have ever seen in San Diego.
Rascar State Park....all full but being the Trust but Verify people that we are we take a drive through, awe it says reserved but no one there...but they were there, in about 5 seconds. We keep looking. #24, empty, no reserve sign ..Hallalujah, that had our name all over it, so we are home for the night, and good night to all you fine folks. God Bless you today and always.
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