Travels in a Teardrop Trailer – Day 3 (cont.)
Sis and I spend the morning unloading the wet tent, soggy chairs, and bicycles from the back of the Subaru and setting everything up to dry inside Bro’s garage. Our plan is to have Bro help us load the bikes on the top of the teardrop when he gets home, so we can take advantage of those bike trails at the campsite. Except it is still raining.
Bro planned to leave work early for a daylight departure on our two-trailer trek to Ft. Stevens State Park. Somehow that did not work out. He arrives at 6PM, we finish loading the trailers, truck, and SUV by about 7. It is still raining. The forecast is for more rain. We decide to opt out of biking after all. The bikes stay in the garage. Everything else fits so easily now! Off we go in the rain, following Bro’s Titanic. We arrive at the campground at about 8:30. The rain continues. It is pitch dark. Deja vu all over again.
But this time we have some better options! To start with, Ft. Stevens State Park’s trailer sites are all pull-through. No struggles to park! True, by the time we arrive and get set up it is too late and too wet for us to have the planned hamburgers grilled in the outdoor kitchen of the Titanic. But in our pop-up kitchen I happen to have all the ingredients for a one-skillet hamburger/noodle casserole which I had planned to offer on our return trip home. C fires up the inside kitchen of the Titanic, and in 30 minutes we are cozily sitting around the table in the Titanic’s dining area, wolfing down the casserole with the help of a nice bottle of zinfandel from the Titanic‘s wine cupboard.
[You can see from the state of the page how often this recipe has been used. You don’t need a “thermostatically controlled burner”. Enjoy!]
After dinner and dishes we are not ready to call it a night. Sis pulls out a game gadget which she brought along just in case. It’s called “Catchphrase” and is a combination of charades and trivia, driven by a little electronic gadget that one must toss from one team to the next between rounds. We were in hysterics by the end of the game (how does one act out “Ozzy Ozbourne?”)
Finally we decide it is time to retire to our traveling bedroom next door. It’s just a few yards to our trailer, and the rain seems not so heavy with a full stomach and recent laughter. And so to bed.
Coming up in Day 4: Ft. Stevens by daylight, an old friend, a Hidden Gem, and (believe it or not) sunshine!