You know that sleepy split second when you first wake up in the morning, before reality kicks in? The first thing that enters my mind is "where am I?". In the past few weeks we've camped in the desert, by the ocean, near the redwoods, behind several Elks Lodges and in a repair shop parking lot. Is it any wonder I get confused?
Today we're back in the Seattle area, at Lake Pleasant RV Park in Bothell, to be exact. This is not our usual campground here, but since Zoe graduated from Western and moved to Seattle, this is the closest place to her, only seven miles away. We've been here a few times to visit traveling friends when we lived in Sammamish, but we've only stayed here once, a few months after we adopted Scoopy.
We thought it would be fun to spend Thanksgiving here, thinking that if the kids wanted to eat, they would have to join us at the campground. All three of them actually showed up, in separate cars. That still cracks me up. And did I get a single photo of our entire family enjoying a holiday meal in Scoopy? Nope.
I posted on Facebook a few days ago how much my idea of the perfect campground has changed since we became fulltimers. I imagined myself as the ultimate Pavement Princess. All hook ups, all the time for this gal. I have surprised myself that nothing could be further from the truth. I am happiest either on the move or parked in the middle of nowhere with a gorgeous view, where neighbors are a respectable distance away. Hook ups be damned. It irks me to pay exorbitant prices for a tiny space in a commercial campground. But hey, welcome to the big city.
Tomorrow morning I'll wake up and think, "where am I?", then I’ll remember and be irked all over again.