Travels with a Tiny Trailer – Day 5: the Home Stretch
Back to Bro’s house after our wet, windy, but wonderful weekend at Ft. Stevens State Park. A night snuggled under C’s cozy quilts, and a day spent visiting nearby relatives. Then it’s time to hit the road again.
About those bicycles that we never used. I hate to ask Bro to get up on a ladder to hoist them to the top of the Tiny Trailer, since he has been allergic to ladders since his death-defying dive a few years ago. But wrestling them into the back of Sis’s compact SUV was such a pain. Then I get a flash of brilliance – why not take the front wheels off the bikes? Doh! Suddenly stashing the unused wheels was so easy! We are packed and ready to roll by the time Bro and his wife C have left for work.
Our first stop – a quick visit to the local grocery to replenish our stocks of butter, cheese, and wine. By the time we exit the grocery, the morning drizzle has given way to sunshine. We make excellent progress down I-5 through Portland and Salem, and stop for our mid-day refreshment at the Albany rest stop about 15 miles south of Salem. Okay, so a highway rest-stop is not exactly a camping haven, but the big rigs kept their distance, and this particular stop does boast the world’s quaintest rest stop visitors’ center.
We follow Bro’s sage advice for our evening stop, and mak our way to Schroeder County Park tucked away behind suburban streets just outside Grant’s Pass. This is a lovely park right on the Rogue River, with lots of trailer sites, and EVERY ONE OF THEM A PULL-THROUGH SITE! No more spending a half hour backing and swerving into the site! A chance to eat before 9PM! Truly a Hidden Gem!
We actually got to set up in daylight. Since it was NOT raining, we left the add-on tent in its wrapper in back of the SUV, and used the convenient picnic table. We cooked our chicken on our two burner range, and ate by head-lamp light. And afterward we built a fire from a bit of shredded newspaper and five twigs. Now THIS is what camping is about!
And so to bed. The most triumphant day of our trip – on our own, and everything worked!
Allyson Johnson 