Wenatchee National Forest

WENATCHEE NATIONAL FOREST

 

After nearly six hours of driving down I-90 in Memorial Day Traffic, we made it to "29 Pines," our first camp spot.  We pulled in at 2230 or so into the classic camp ground scene.  We're talking folks with 30' trailers and satellite TV.  Folks who have about the same purpose camping in the wilderness as mold has a place on your favoritedoughnut.  Not that I completely hate Car Campers, it's just that I haven't saved up enough money to buy one of these behemoth mobile comfort machines.  Instead, Sara and I slept in a tent on a $20 airmattress that decided to deflate in the middle of the night.

As I laid there on the hard ground, covered only by a thin blanket, (Side Note: I talked Sara out of bringing sleeping bags.  It was one of those conversations where I called her a wimp, etc.) and listening to the orchestra of a dozen generators,  I cursed those who had brought these gigantic trash collectors of mobile homes and trailers out into this neck of the woods.  I wished I was in one, opening microwave dinners, sculpting empty Bud Light cans into windmills and biplanes, and unwrapping Mounds bars to my hearts content, all while catching up on my Netflix que. 

Instead Sara and I packed the blanket into the rented minivan we had and slept in the front seats with the engine on and the heater cranked up.  The next morning we discussed returning to this God forsaken stretch of gravel roads and overflowing outhouses to "monkey Wrench" the generators and repossition satellite dishes.  We never gained the courage.  That was just the first night, as the trip went on things got better.