We bought a new 17’ Imagine trailer with heated, vibrating
recliners instead of a dinette and a murphy bed for space saving. Dave picked
it up on Wed June 9th, and we got all the stuff moved in from the
old trailer on Saturday. I went to work and took a Pilates class on Monday, and
then we packed up on Tuesday morning. Our plan had been to be ready to go at
1:30, but a combination of slow service at Ridgewalker (back to counter service,
good; many low alcohol, lower ibu beers on tap, also good, but the food is meh
or meh- minus), not being completely in the groove of how to hitch up, and
having to wait out drenching rainstorms meant we left later, which meant that
it was rush hour pretty much all the way through Portland. Also drenching
rainstorms while we were driving, which wasn’t a lot of fun for Dave.
Fortunately it wasn’t pouring when we got to the campground, and we were able
to get set up fairly easily, except for the cool new leveling block slipping on
the wet pavement.

Ainsworth state park is lovely; green and leafy with just
one big loop, at the foot of some amazing basalt peaks. And the trailer is
lovely too – although it’s smaller (by 7 feet) than our old trailer it feels
much more spacious and has more comfortable places to sit – and an astonishing
amount of storage space. What Ainsworth doesn’t have, even though it’s barely
off of I-84, is cell signal… mostly. Sometimes if you put your phone down you
get some. We didn’t really plan for that and hadn’t done a lot of research
about local attractions, which turned out to be a bad thing because even though
there are many wonderful hiking trails, none of the many, many signboards have
trail maps. None. We went for a quick walk through the campground (so many
information boards… ) and then headed out for dinner in Cascade Locks, where
both of the brewpubs are closed on Tuesday.
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We decided to head to Stevenson,
WA for dinner, which is only 3 miles or so from Cascade Locks. It may be close by, but it's across the Bridge
of the Gods, one of the world’s scariest interstate bridges. It’s
barely two lanes wide and carries heavy traffic from Oregon to Washington and
vice versa. It’s also a toll road, $2 each way. The taphouse there had good beer
(walking man brewery Schwarzbier) and good food.
We sat at a counter that looked out the front
window, and watched the rain come and go across the valley. It was fascination
to watch it slowly hide more and more of the scenery, even though we’d rather
it had been not raining. I might note here that it’s been raining hard on and
off for the past week or so, but the forecast from Wed on was for sun, sun, and
more sun.
We got safely back across the bridge without paying (the
toll taker was on break) and back to our trailer palace, where Dave connected
by Bluetooth to the sound system and we listened to tunes in our recliner,
reading or knitting. It ended up being kind of a stressful day, and we were
glad to turn in. The bed is quite comfy, and aside from being awakened several
times by trains going by (long, long, long trains, carrying cheaply made goods
from the East to the East coast) we slept very well.
I still have the $2 from the return trip in the outside pocket of my purse, just in case we need to take a quick trip to Washington.
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