Interlude…3
Continuing our first RV trip: Day 3...moving day
I get schooled and my vocabulary grows…
….unhooking-up water and electricity, shutting valves, emptying trash and tanks ("gray" and "holding" tanks; terms used for "not-to-be-mentioned-in-public" waste water, new phrases I can use to fit in with the RV crowd), securing the interior (damaged doors, drawers, cabinets, shades, etc...part of our RV rental challenge that included a leaky hose for water, a short waste disposal hose and faulty lighting)…but, I digress, it was a fun and interesting learning experience. It helped to understand what we would be looking for in our next RV adventure.
The day started out with us rising before the sun and setting out for the small port town of La Push for an early morning beach walk...it was cold, windy, overcast, and a little less bright than desired, but we found some photo ops. Once back, Colin and I secured the RV (previous paragraph) while a pooped Koda caught a few winks and Debbie and Keri cooked up a “broke-da-mouth” breakfast: bacon, eggs, rice and fruit. Finally hitting the road...our next stop, Elwha Dam RV Park and a visit to Port Angeles for coffee and ice cream.
Elwha RV Park was different, it’s what we imagined our RV camping experience would be like. It was a foresty, tree lined and grassy site that provided a more outdoorsy atmosphere than a gravel parking lot. It was a popular place, made for families; playground, basketball hoop, vegetable garden, rec room with books, videos/CDs, and a kitchenette; it’s a historical site with family friendly hiking trails.
Port Angeles was a quaint town just a ferry boat ride away from Victoria, British Columbia. A little stroll down main street and few side streets worked up our taste for ice cream…our sweet tooth was happy.
Finally, some free time before a drive up to Hurricane Ridge for sunset. Koda was delighted to have room to run, and later, Colin found a quiet spot where he hung up his hammocks to hang out in the shade. It was easy to drift away into nothingness being bathed in the calming scent of pine and wildflowers, the twittering of birds and the occasional screech of an eagle or hawk. It was hard to get up and leave…
Hurricane Ridge was exhilarating; just the drive up presented breathtaking views of ridge after ridge, seas of pine trees stretching out to the horizon, and we even got lucky with some wildlife along the road.
