For our last night on the Oregon Coast, we stayed in a campground that turned out to be a mile north of a small airport, and a short walk to the beach. When we arrived, we were told by our park ranger that the guy in our spot hadn’t left yet, and that she couldn’t get in touch with him. She offered us two other sites to check out, and we ended up across the street from the 5th wheel that occupied our reserved spot. As we drove into the campground, the road was smooth and paved and the sites were very close together. Kids were everywhere on bikes and running around in packs. When we finally backed in, we noticed our tent camping neighbors admiring our Scamp. They immediately told us they had just been talking about wanting to get a camper like ours. Shannon offered up a tour as soon as we got settled.
Getting settled was getting easier. We’ve worked out a routine and each take on small jobs. I usually level the Scamp, Shannon puts down the wheel chocks, then we tag team whatever needs doing in order to set up the table, fire, and chairs. We decided to hold off on starting the fire and dinner to take a quick walk to the beach.
View from a bluff looking Northeast towards the Yaquina Bay Bridge
Apparently the weather was typical; a gray, misty blanket of fog. We were the only ones at the beach, surrounded by chunks of driftwood and cool, fine-grain sand. It was broad and sweeping, and nice to take in the air. We headed back to camp to start on dinner, and that’s when our neighbors decided to visit and the party got started.
Shaun and Kandi, a married couple from Wenatchee, Â Washington were impressed at Karen’s stir fry dinner and over the moon when she brought out the banjo. Kandi actually was wiping away tears and Shaun did a lot of hushing anyone speaking to make room for more banjo music. They promised us a box of Aplets & Cotlets in return, a signature candy from their home town.
Kandi from the land of aplets and cotlets
That is so sweet. I love that banjo story 🙂