Our campground is a crowded gravel lot with some grass for tents. We had a lot of direction from the campground staff as we backed into our skinny spot. I actually couldn't believe that it was even possible to get in, but here we are, just a couple feet from our neighbor. It is lucky that we have gotten so far into this trip before facing the challenge of squeezing into this spot. We are a pretty good team as we work together to get backed into spots. However, this one was beyond me. Good thing that the campground staff is so accustomed to giving direction. There are few campgrounds in the area so this one is quite full. Lots of really big Class A rigs all traveling together in a caravan. The tent spots really filled up with cyclists as they finished their race. I am happy that I am in a nice, warm, dry camper on this chilly, foggy day and not in a tent.
We took a short tour of the small town and then I sewed on the quilt most of the evening. We keep hoping that the sun will come out because we can see that the town is surrounded by tall mountains. At the moment we can only see bits of them through the clouds. It is a really beautiful setting, what a shame that it was the site of one of the largest oil spills ever.
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