Hat Creek RV park is a total bust. Cute sign, crappy park.
The fishing isn’t even good. I mean really!
After we arrived Darla took an exploratory walk around the campground which was essentially 100 RVs and trailers parked under tall pine trees in the dry dirt. When she got back to our outdoor rug (These rugs are an integral part of the RV lifestyle -- to increase your outdoor living space.) she sat down and cried.
Here we are again, in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service and incredibly crappy WiFi which we have to pay for. Our spot is facing a forest, which means no watching (or easily meeting) other campers.
I tried for an hour to get a strong enough WiFi signal to send that last newsletter. But it never worked. There was nothing to do but go to bed. Which I promptly did. The next morning I woke up and cried.
Mine were tears of relief. Jeff didn’t like the place either and was already planning to leave ASAP. When he broke the news to me first thing in the morning, the tears popped right out of my eyes. Then he made us pancakes, which has been our Saturday pandemic breakfast. When I told him it was Friday he said, “I think we could use a morale boost.”
We left right after breakfast. I’ve never seen the kids so agreeably wash dishes.
Jeff did find a good spot to fish Hat Creek further up the road on our way out.
He was so excited he didn't put on waders. Just went in in his clothes.
We drove further north and are now in another RV park just outside of Yreka, CA. The kids have declared this one, the best RV park so far which is hilarious. It’s just a huge lot full of gravel! There is a shade tree for each parking spot and other than that, no nature, no view. It’s right off the freeway.
So what makes it the best? FREE WIFI, BABY! Duh! And what we call in RV lingo, “full hook-ups”. No more of dad telling us to “turn off the water pump when you aren’t using water” or me constantly turning off lights. We are hooked into an endless, magic supply of water, sewer, and electricity all for only $40 a night.
Darla and I biked into town which was, predictably, mostly closed due to covid. But it had a cute little old town area and an entire block of victorian era homes which have been restored. Those were incredible. We were looking for thrift shops and we found 4. All closed.
Plan B, once Jeff finishes recording some cartoon music we are going to our first Walmart. Jealous?
Welcome to the recording studio in our master suite. You see the linen cabinet above the vanity/desk. The mirrored closets to his left. Horns out on the bed -- usually stored under the bed. There's a fancy mic and mic stand and some electronic recording stuff that lives in one of the drawers down there below the closets.
Heading toward Mt. Shasta on the way here.
Have you ever been up here?