Campsites: the good, the bad, the smelly, and the funny

Any camper knows that campsites can vary widely. Besides full hookups and adequate room, natural surroundings are high on our wish list. Some good campsite experiences on our trip so far have been:

Huckleberry bushes on-site in Washington
Great wooded site in Oregon
Jungle in Florida
Cozy in Orlando
Big site in Texas

But sometimes, not-so-ideal circumstances happen. In Wyoming we had a narrow site (which was fine and workable in of itself), but unfortunately some other issues came up that were pretty bad and made the width of the site feel even more narrow. Sewage backup. Yes, one of the worst occurrences imaginable at a campsite (besides electrical inversion which can fry all of your appliances). One morning we stepped outside to the vision of sewage backing up on our neighboring site, which was directly in our outdoor living area. Thankfully the smell wasn’t as unbearable as you would imagine because the pooled water was sealing it off. Also thankfully the campground owner was immediately responsive to our urgent phone call, and he cleaned it up impeccably. Sorry, we didn’t take any photos, lol.

The smelly site comes in as a bit of a stereotype. At one site in Oregon, we smelled, um, shall we say “skunkweed” 24/7. Not passing judgement on the legal recreational activities of others, but we don’t particularly want to smell it. Especially all night and all day.

And now to the funny. We unintentionally left the camper door open for a few minutes at a different Oregon site. Breakfast was quietly cooking on the stovetop when a wild fluttering began in front of the window above the countertop. It took a second to realize that the fluttering was coming from the inside of the camper. A bird (called a Brown Creeper, no lie!) had silently made its way in, but as soon as it realized it couldn’t fly through the window it freaked out. Understandably. It was a cute little guy. Despite having a long, thin, sharp bill that curved downward, Jeremy said it didn’t try to peck at all. He barely had to grip it. The bird remained calm while being handled, and then flew onto a tree in front of the door after being released outside, where it hung out for awhile.

Not a pet

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