Category: Journal

Day 20

Somewhere in Idaho, trying to figure out where to go…

Day 20. It’s been all serendipity since the day Brad and I found each other, sometimes ridiculously so. However, this past week has been a comedy of misfortune, and we’re just not used to that.

To sum it up, we’ve been chasing a rainbow – moving from one place to another (sometimes being asked to leave), having our registration fees refunded, the campsites closing or closed… State parks, city parks, BLM parks, private RV parks… Most people have been nice. Some people have seemed irritated that we are out when we should be at “home” sheltering in place. But this is our home, and not everyone that we meet is fully understanding of our situation. It’s ok.

Lewiston, ID

Day 19 – Lewiston

Day 19. Idaho!

It also may not be day 19. I’ve lost all sense of normalcy, time, and routine. All I know for sure is that this has been an adventure. We’ve been kicked out of so many places, and not even for reasons of bad behavior! Idaho, we deserve better than that, so we are coming to your state and going to inhale all of that wide open space.

Lake Chelan, WA

Day 17

Day 17. Our time at Lake Chelan has been brief. We were allowed to stay through the end of the week, which we had reserved and paid for. But today we were informed that they wanted to shut down the campground early, and that we had to leave. I’ve been feeling a bit sad about that. It was nice having a feeling of security that we would have a place to stay, however brief, and not have to be constantly on the hunt for the next place. A little rest would be nice… But this is the nomad’s life. Brad makes it better by being cheerful and adaptable. He’s the best partner in life.

So we’ve returned to a familiar place – a little city park by a river with a boat landing and lots of trees, RV spaces with power and water. We were here a few days ago. It’s a complete ghost town. It’s like people have just evaporated. We have the place to ourselves. That part really is my apocalyptic dream-come-true. I’m such an introvert!

So I’ll leave you with a parting photo of the beautiful Lake Chelan – but this time in black and white to convey the mood of darkness that has fallen over me temporarily.

Lake Chelan, WA

Day 15

Day 15. We finally made it to Lake Chelan after a couple of days’ detour. We are settled in and paid up for the next five days. Just in time, as the park attendant came and told us that all Washington state parks are closing on Friday until the end of April. I think we would have been asked to leave if we hadn’t already paid. So on Friday we will have to figure out what is next. Keep trying on the road, or head back to Kirkland? I would like to stay on the road for as long as possible. Maybe crossing the border into Idaho will present more options…

But Lake Chelan and the neighboring resort town is beautiful! We have an expansive view of the lake through the bus windows. Check this out!

Bridgeport, WA

Day 14

Day 14. Driving through this countryside brings up feelings of nostalgia for the charming decay of old Americana – drive-ins, diners, crumbling barns, weathered farmhouses and country churches. Many are just ghosts of former times and the lives that once were there. There are miles and miles of apple and cherry orchards on the east side of the state where the climate is more arid, perfect for the fruit trees to grow and thrive. Fruit-packing plants are the dominant feature in each small town, and tightly woven around them are the migrant worker communities. Authentic Mexican and Salvadorian food is easily found. Yum.