Labor Day weekend was one of the first times in a long time that we felt it pertinent to have reservations somewhere. Since we’d never explored North Central Washington as thoroughly as we’d like to, we found a state park with an opening for a stay over the long, busy weekend. All the sites with hookups were already taken, but we were able to reserve a dry camping spot for $25 night. It was a beautiful campground and we really enjoyed our stay there, but I am really over paying more than $20 for sites without hookups.
There was no cell reception in this tiny little one-store town in a rural valley. So the down-side of this location was that we had to take turns driving about 10 minutes up the highway to a small road-side pull out to check email or make calls or research next destinations. The up-side was that this gave me several days without the distractions that wifi offers to focus on crushing out a plan for the first month’s worth of homeschooling.
I also got to enjoy a night of music hosted by one of the camp hosts and a ranger. They brought extra instruments and song books and a propane fire pit, and as they released song and rhyme out into the night sky it slowly beckoned more and more families to join the circle and contribute. I love these moments. I love music. It opens me up in a way that nothing else does. I’m so grateful for experiences like this. My favorite band member this night was the host’s wife, who kept up the bass line with a string tied to a bucket.