Practicing the art of self distraction
As it turns out, there are a lot of boats in the Puget Sound area, many of which are in need of surveys (inspection). This in turn causes the surveyors to be booked many weeks out, to our dismay. So we are trying to distract ourselves from how far the big date is away. The 15th of October was the earliest we could get a survey done on the boat we put in an offer on.
It has been months since we arrived on the Oregon coast line to beat the summer heat in the mountains. Since then, the ocean – or a bay – has been in our daily life. It’s been long enough, so we high-tailed in the direction of the nearest mountains – the North Cascades to be exact. We had time to kill and nothing to do for weeks, so we got back to our life on the road to track down a little excitement before something big happens in our lives.
We did stay a few nights in a county campground on a small lake at the base of the Cascades, thinking we would burn away the work week there. It didn’t take long (literally after a single night) for Kerri to announce that she was ready to move on. She has taken to this van way of life hard. Unable to hold still even for a few days now, she is like a nervous cat, ready to pounce on the next great van-adventure no matter what day of the week it is. Personally I wasn’t feeling like getting back to the driving, so we hung around another night before a local meth-head convinced us to move along. So we did.
Only 30 minutes up the road, we met up with the Watsons again at a nearly-abandoned campground further into the Cascades. You may find this hard to believe, but not only were the leaves just beginning to fall off the trees and the temperatures very comfortable, no one else was camping. It seemed just a few days ago that I was complaining of the crowds, and now no one is out. It’s great! We had a restaurant, hot tub, bar, laundry, showers, and arcade room all to ourselves… well almost. There was a roving gang of bunny rabbits to came out twice a day to eat the grass and taunt Moose. Damn cute little fellas. Brings me back to my childhood when I had a lop-eared rabbit myself.
