Out of the Danger Zone
If I’ve learned one thing in my time on the road, it is that it’s always good to have a prearranged hole to hide in when the civilians flood the parks. On weekends you can usually get by with a reservation made a bit in advance, but with holidays the demand is higher and even the private RV parks fill up a month or more prior. Three day weekends without a specific holiday focus are the worst, and the opening and closing bells of summer, Memorial and Labor Days lead the list of high traffic camping weekends.
Being a crafty sort, I had a scheme for dealing with the situation: pull a Cousin Eddie and squat in a friend’s driveway. I had a list of folks to connect with in the Portland/Vancouver area, and one was my old pal Dave. He owned a semi-rural property in Camas and managed to convince his wife that having a homeless guy living out in the yard for a week wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded, so I was in like Flint to avoid the Labor Day mob scene.
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