The Port Angeles to Victoria Ferry - The Coho
Marsha watching the Washington Shore getting farther away
Larry enjoying the voyage
Marsha on the grand staircase in "The Castle"
Wierdness in Victoria - Darth Vader playing a violin?
Date: Thursday July 8th
Day: 55
RV Miles: 4,763
Location: 13 Miles Southwest of Port Angeles
Elevation: 158
Even though this blog describes the events of July 8th, it is being written in Spokane, Washington on July13th after a two day medical hold on the vacation. It seems that Sasha and I had a day from hell and then Larry and Marsha landed us in the campground from hell. Larry and I both wound up laid up.
Read on and I will explain.
On Thursday Larry and Marsha set off on the Ferry Coho to visit Victoria, British Columbia for a few hours. Larry is an old hand at this big boat on blue water stuff but it was all new for Marsha, the ship rock’n and roll’n and the ship blasting its horn tickled Marsha to death. According to Larry she giggled her way across the straight from Port Angeles to Victoria. Once there they spent five hours walking the town and going to two tourist venues, “the Castle” and a place called “Miniature World.”
Marsha enjoyed "The Castle" the most. The grand staircase was four stories high and was solid wood paneling all the way up. She must have taken a hundred pictures of all of the antique furniture.
While in Victoria, they dropped Sasha and me off at a doggie day-care. So far this has been a pretty good plan and Sasha and I have generally enjoyed getting to know other dogs. This place, however, turned out to be different. The place looked nice but Sasha and I had to stay in crates for over 10 hours, something Larry and Marsha didn’t figure out until they picked us up. For Sasha and I, it was the day from hell, and then it seems 48 hours later I got sick, probably from a bug I picked up there.
Friday July 9th we drove south to be near Mt. Rainier our next destination. It seems there are many lakes near Mt. Rainer with some pretty good fishing. It being Friday with good weather predicted for the weekend, all of the campgrounds near Mt. Rainier were full except one in Eatonville. Hereafter referred to as the campground from hell.
The Campground from Hell was on a little dinky lake that had every inch of shoreline taken up with resorts or marinas of some kind. The RV parking was extremely cramped with only 14 feet between RV sites (our RV is 10 feet wide if you include the mirrors). Most of the RV in the Campground from Hell were there permanently and some of them were owned by the campground and rented out on a daily or weekly basis. We had to have water run to our camper though a regular garden hose, and the electricity service was barely enough to run the air conditioner (it was over 90 degrees in Eatonville). But ,I think the thing that characterizes the campground more than anything was the fight.
A fight ensued between a husband and wife (with 3 kids) and the camp management in an adjacent RV site. They had rented a 20 foot camper, hadn’t paid the rent and were evicted forcibly the day before. They returned and move right back in and . . . well a fight broke out with police and everything. It was like watching the TV series “Cops”
Entrance to National Park on a crowded Saturday
Mt. Rainier from 25 miles away
Problem: The closer you get to the mountain the harder it is to get a picture of it.
Marsha and the Mountain (Note she has revived the floppy hat - no wind)
Larry taking the previous picture
Well we got to Mt. Rainier and then got the heck out of Eatonville on Sunday the 11th. Getting out of Eatonville is how Larry hurt his back. Because of the way we had to park in the Campground from Hell, we had to unhook the car tow dolly and put it in a spot that had real spongy ground. When Larry went to swing the tongue around so he could hook it back up to the RV, the wheels had sunk into the soft ground. This made it really hard to move the tow dolly. Larry got it moved but threw his back out in the process.
By the time we go to Spokane, Larry’s back was killing him and it was clearly obvious that I was way under the weather. As soon as we got to Spokane, Larry and Marsha they took me to the doctor who gave me some antibiotics and a special diet. The next day, Monday, Larry and I cratered. Today we are feeling better and tomorrow, (Wednesday) we will move on to our next destination, Glacier National Park. We have two days of traveling to get there, so it will be Friday before we visit the park.
Marsha and the Mountain (Note she has revived the floppy hat - no wind)
Larry taking the previous picture
Well we got to Mt. Rainier and then got the heck out of Eatonville on Sunday the 11th. Getting out of Eatonville is how Larry hurt his back. Because of the way we had to park in the Campground from Hell, we had to unhook the car tow dolly and put it in a spot that had real spongy ground. When Larry went to swing the tongue around so he could hook it back up to the RV, the wheels had sunk into the soft ground. This made it really hard to move the tow dolly. Larry got it moved but threw his back out in the process.
By the time we go to Spokane, Larry’s back was killing him and it was clearly obvious that I was way under the weather. As soon as we got to Spokane, Larry and Marsha they took me to the doctor who gave me some antibiotics and a special diet. The next day, Monday, Larry and I cratered. Today we are feeling better and tomorrow, (Wednesday) we will move on to our next destination, Glacier National Park. We have two days of traveling to get there, so it will be Friday before we visit the park.
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