We don’t know if the fires south of where we are currently set up are getting worse or not but the smoke certainly is. We are sort of stalled in our comfortable portable home because the smoke obscures all views here and going to see something that is invisible seems pointless. We chose instead to stay close to home today, enjoying our trailer’s ample air conditioning system and the beautiful park where we are shacked up. It was 90 degrees outside and when we could get a glimpse of the sun, it was dark orange. It is like vacationing in Mordor except there were no orcs.
Remote Outpoat RV Park may be one of my favorite RV parks. It has very pretty landscaping, nicely mowed lawns, ample spaces with full hookups, decent wifi, a river about 30 feet behind our trailer; a community pavilion with wide-screen TV, a stainless fancy barbecue and a full kitchen; there is a big community room, a laundry that costs two bits per dryer increment and 50% great service from the staff. The folks running the place are Edie (spelled Idi) and Rob and they live onsite. I tried to watch the NASCAR race today with Rob and either he doesn’t like me for some reason (can’t fault him there), hates everyone or merely disdains communicating with guests. Idi, on the other hand, is a pretty woman with an outgoing personality who seems to work like a Japanese junior corporate executive. We spotted her numerous times polishing and cleaning and mucking out the small cabins they rent to those without pricey trailers or motor homes. When we need something, we talk to Idi. We seem to be insufficiently redneck to hobnob with Rob.
Peggy utilized the laundry facility and I got the propane tank refilled by Idi’s son. We are soon to wander into unknown destination land because the kids are back in school and finding space to park a 34′ RV with hookups will get substantially easier. To make getting reservations easier for old flatulators like us, kids should be gagged and tied up for the summer so their folks won’t be obliged to listen to their strident bitching and to take them camping to get them to shut up and quit wiggling. I’ll buy the rope and the ball gags and supply them to all that apply.