After driving over 300 miles through smoke since 8:30 this morning, the crew and I are ready for a break.
We pass several inexpensive National Forest campgrounds blanketed in smoke. I keep driving in hopes that my eyes will stop watering, and the three of us can breathe more easily. I stop for gas at Burley and it begins to rain.
By the time we reach Twin Falls, Idaho, the rainstorm is over and the sky is much clearer.
Interstate all the way today . . .
I pull over to check the laptop for possible camps. There’s a state park not far off I-84. It’s on the Snake River at the town of Glenns Ferry. Hmmm . . . Three Island Crossing State Park. This looks promising.
I check the Idaho State Parks website and see that Idaho parks are around $22 – $24 a night. Higher than what we usually pay, but a hot shower would make it worth the money. After two weeks of free camping, we can splurge!
I exit the interstate, drive through the little town of Glenns Ferry, and make the turn toward the state park. We get a glimpse of the Snake River, which we crossed over several times since leaving Montana this morning.
The Snake River at Glenns Ferry, Idaho
Hard to believe that’s the same stream Spike and I waded in at Grassy Lake Road Camp. It’s a powerful, wide river here.
No matter how tired I am from driving, I love the anticipation of a new camp.
I drive up to the self-pay station at the entrance and look at the board stating the fees. A single campsite is $23.32 which includes Idaho state tax. Then my eyes behold the magic phrase: “Over 62, half price, Mon.-Thurs.” Wow! This is Tuesday. That means we get full hookups for $11.66!
The campground is lush and green.
Sprinklers shoot water in rotating arcs across the lawns. Mature trees form a shady glen.
Apparently no worries about water usage here.
I choose the lower of the two loops. It’s not even half-full. I immediately set up the crew’s pen and put out my camp chair. Bridget and Spike are as excited as I am about our new camp. Together we walk around the loop.
We meet Richard and Rosemary.
They’re Nebraskans who were transplanted to Texas in the latter part of Richard’s military career. Next to their site is Richard’s brother who still lives in Nebraska. He’s on his way to the Columbia River Gorge area, Seattle and Astoria. Richard and Rosemary are returning from that area. They arranged to have their paths cross here for a few days. We talk as if we’ve known each other for years, sharing experiences and laughs.
Richard and Rosemary’s site across the lawn
Back at the campsite, I lead the crew into their pen.
I plug in the electric and turn on the air conditioning. After a few minutes tidying up, I check to see if we pick up any television. I have not seen tv since early summer. Actually, I can’t remember when. I tap the antenna button, run a scan, and . . . yay! Four channels!
It’s an easy back-in.
Quite a deal!
For under $12 a night, we have electric (air conditioning!), water at our campsite, hot showers, flush toilets, dump station, television, internet, cellphone coverage, paved road and parking pad, picnic table, privacy, and shade trees! I write a check for $23.32 (two nights) and the crew and I walk it over to the pay station.
What a lovely home!
Once I finish this blog entry, I’m off to the showers. Ahhh . . .
And then I’ll cuddle up with the crew and watch TV!
rvsue
Canine Crew: “I Don’t Know What Came Over Me” by Bridget
I’m sorry, rvsue.
Have you ever done something you regret as soon as you do it? That’s what happened to me today.
We were over talking with these people we met in our new campground. Then it was time to go back to our campsite. On the way I happened to smell the most interesting aroma in the grass. We stopped so I could sniff it (rvsue is nice that way).
Spike and rvsue wanted to get going, but I couldn’t stop sniffing! It was intoxicating! I’d LOVE to meet the guy who left that smell there!
Even though rvsue was pulling on the leash, I refused to budge, which is so unlike me. I’m always a good girl. I don’t know what came over me. I pulled backwards and wiggled until I was out of my black suit!
That’s when rvsue threw a fit.
“Bridget! What are you doing? Get back in your suit! This is so unlike you! I’m surprised at you!” and on and on . . . .
I think Spike was trying not to laugh. I felt very, very bad. Later I gave rvsue kisses on her leg while she was typing on her laptop. That’s so she’ll know I’m sorry.
rvsue and her canine crew 