Just left the Crescent City KOA. Crescent City looks like it’s seen better days. Maybe it’s busier in the summer.
I ended up liking the campground. I hope we can find employees as happy and helpful as they had. I put half a bag of ice in the blank tank to help clean out some gunk. Indicators say we’re full even though John dumped before we left. I remember using ice, lemon, and salt to clean coffee pots when I waitressed. Maybe next time I’ll use a bottle of lemon juice with the ice.
I think I’m starting to relax a bit about where we go and where we stay. We’re not in a hurry and we have what we need. If we could spend the night at Walmart with no hookups, we can stay at a less-than-desirable RV park for a night or two. The next town John has picked doesn’t look too exciting. The campground said we didn’t need to make formal reservations and reviews we found weren’t too great.
Halloween is in three days and we’ll be somewhere outside San Francisco, so that’s what I’m thinking about right now – what to visit in SF and where kids can trick-or-treat.
Found our RV park across from the One Log House. Not the most impressive, at all. Two pit bulls with a couple people sitting in the playground area when we pulled in. Outside of bathrooms don’t look so great. Good thing I showered last night. It was cheap, and a pull thru, so John was happy. I’m not quite, but figured I could handle whatever we found.
Then we drove into town, Garberville. Jeez. Hitchhiking, panhandling, unshowered, loitering youth lined the main street. We were hesitant about getting out of the car and going into the store. And everywhere in the store, and on a banner outside the store, were signs Now Hiring.
The cashiers were all older women who had smoked since they were 12. Probably in this one town.