Got an early start out of Los Banos, and had a short 4 hour drive to Forestville. We got to the campsite a little before noon, and were parked and all set up by 1.
Driving through the camp, we were a little worried. There are a lot of permanent residents here, looking a little sketchy. Some of the rigs they were living in looked like they had seen better days. But by the time we found our site, off in a corner, it looked better. More of the campers are just that, camping for a few days or so.
The weird part was the tent campers. There were quite a few people just across the way, making quite a ruckus. Things quieted down after dinner though, and all of them left the next morning. We did see Ma and Pa Kettle crashing in sleeping bags right on the ground, no tent or anything. Not sure if they were homeless, thought they were cowboys, or just a lot tougher than us.
It was warm during the day, hitting about 86 degrees, but when we woke up the next morning, it was quite chilly out, at least for us San Diegans. 54 and a light breeze felt like a noreaster to Anja.
Saturday night we hung out and chatted with our neighbors, meeting some very nice people. Our next door neighbors saw Steve struggling to get a fire going and teased him about needing to go back and get his Boy Scout badges again. The neighbors on the other side took pity and chipped in with some better dry wood, and the fire was going strong. We called it a night about 9 or so.
Sunday we got up with the sun (and the rooster across the road), had some coffee, bagels and lox, and after much discussion (Anja coming up with ideas, Steve nodding in agreement), ended up rearranging everything in the RV. Things are much more organized now. Most of it was because you can only do so much by theory. When reality hits you, and you find yourself tripping over your shoes for the fifth time and swearing like a Sailor/Marine* about it, you start organizing. Or at least we do.
*one of us is from a Navy family, one from a Marine family, so together we really know how to swear
For dinner we broke out the new camp stove and grilled up some brats, heated some sauerkraut and beans, and sat by a much better fire until it got dark. Since it was at least 10 degrees cooler all day long, the evening started getting pretty chilly by 7. Even Sasha, with all her fur, was starting to shiver. We may break the unwritten rule and get her a sweater like real grandparents do.
The Campsite
Russian River from our campsite
Sasha on alert
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