Tall chief and a rock concert

Early on a Thursday morning we packed up and left our cozy but shady spot in Bruceport. By the end of that day we needed to arrive at a reserved RV Resort camp site, 3 hours away. You might be asking, why are they camping an hour out of Seattle in a RV resort? And the answer is that my son would be joining us for the weekend, flying into Seattle the following day. We still had a work day to deal with on the driving day, but we really wanted to knock an hour or so off the drive before. The dogs were a bit confused, but we were up and rolling with a thermos full of coffee. Just over an hour later we were pulling in to our spot for the next eight hours, a rest area on the side of the highway. Sure, it was a no-frills sort of place, but it got the job done, literally.

As soon as Kerri closed the lid to her laptop, I got Big Blue rolling. We still had a two hour drive to complete, through Olympia and Tacoma before we would arrive at Tall Chief RV Resort, our home for the next two nights.  We arrived at Tall Chief near eight o’clock – after a quick trip to the local grocery store and Bev’Mo. By the time we started looking around the large resort for a camp site, it was getting dark so we could so almost nothing under the heavy tree cover. Not that there was much available with nearly every site either occupied or reserved. Eventually we settled on a site and crashed for the night.

Friday was a long day for me. I had to pick up a rental car, setup our tent (for my son) that we have been carrying around for months just for this weekend, get to the airport to pickup my son, and finally attend a concert in Seattle with my boy. Not only was it good to see my son, who I haven’t seen since the holidays, but it was fun to hit up the concert with him. Afterwards though, I still had an hour drive to get back to camp where Kerri had the entire day and evening to herself. I don’t know what she does when I’m gone… it’s a mystery to me. She was lying in bed watching a TV show when we returned, so all seemed to go well. Moose was extra happy to see Timmy, practically crying as he bounced up and down to get into his arms. There was a short reunion between them before I had to call it a night. I’m too old for rock concerts and going to bed past midnight. I was out before my head hit the pillow.