Off and Running, and Plymouth Rocks!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

We have some new followers! Welcome Debbie and Tom, and welcome Ron and JoAnn. We hope you  enjoy traveling with us.

It is great to be back on the road! 

Fred arrived home a little late from his dental appointment because the dentist had to gab a bit about our trip, while Wilma is pacing at home, wanting to get going!    We left home just after 2:00 o-clock headed west on I-84 in the general direction of Washington State.  About 30 miles out, we crossed the state line into Oregon. Then about 30 more miles and we crossed into the Pacific Time Zone and gained an hour, getting there about the same time we left home.  

A couple of hours later we stopped in LaGrande, OR to sample the fare at their world renowned Taco Bell. It was delicious!  

Back on the road, we continued west on I-84 for another hour or so and turned north on I-82 in the direction of Tri-cities in Washington.  The head winds must have known we were not going on down the Columbia River Gorge, because they attacked us as we exited Cabbage Hill, and escorted us all the way to the turn off on I-82. We could have done without their company, but it wouldn’t be natural to be near this area without them. No wonder that from the top of the hill it looked so dirty, unlike the times you can see the distant Cascade mountains and pick out the top of Mount Adams and once in a while the very top of Mt. Rainier!

Crossing the Columbia River into Washington meant we were entering our third state for the day. Just after crossing the river, we exited towards Plymouth, Washington, and after three false starts and turn arounds on dead end roads, we finally found our way to Plymouth Park, an Army Corps of Engineers park. We are favorably impressed. It is a very nice, clean park with free showers, and with our “geezer” card, a site with water and electric is $11. And the heat we had been enduring all day is gone.  It is very pleasant this evening.

The Plymouth Park sign at the entrance.

The road into the campground
from the street.

Looking down the street showing
campsites on both sides.

Our two rolling caves parked for the night.

Wilma, Barney and Betty.

The lake next to the campground.

Betty and Barney taking a walk.

We saw an Amtrak train go by off in the distance, and a freight train or two, but no real noise from them. We can hear the whistle if we really listen. Not like the first time, a number of years ago, we stayed at Cascade Locks and thought the train was going right through our campers!

Then to top off the day, as we were sitting at the picnic table enjoying the evening, a young boy from a trailer across the street came over with two gallon size bags of apricots and plums. We figured he wanted to sell some, but he offered one bag to Betty and one to Wilma. Our neighbors had picked them from their own trees. Haven’t tried the plums yet, but the apricots are wonderful!

The rolling caves are parked for the night and we are pretty much settled in.  The beginning of another great road trip!
w/b