Farewell to Casey's RV Park

We enjoyed our dinner gathering last night, and chatted among visiting mosquitoes until after 10. There are some mighty fine folks RVing, and we have been fortunate to meet many of them. ‘Back home’, there just aren’t the opportunities to meet people like this. Folks on the road welcome the contact by fellow roadies, and pretenses quickly disappear. It’s just a matter of walking up to somebody sitting in front of their rig and saying,”Where are you from?”, or similar ‘opener.’ It usually flows from there, with discussions of common travels, etc. It’s reminiscent of the friendships formed many years ago in summer camp.

Despite a somewhat ‘slow’ start, we are again fans of Casey’s. I think it was a matter of simply finding our ‘road rhythm’ which takes about a week. Can’t imagine a more beautiful park setting, and sleeping with the music of the rolling river playing in the background is hard to beat. Don’t even hear the half-dozen freight trains that pass through the night across the way. There is hiking, biking, and beautiful drives to last the summer, if one chose to do so. There are really no touristy destination spots close by to suck the money from your wallet (excluding, of course, occasional rounds of golf). Most special this year have been the people we have met here.

We’ll be back next year, but probably not for a month. Nevertheless, we’ll likely stop by the park office today to make some reservations for next year---forcing us to do some early planning.
Apologies to the residents of Oakridge who may have been maligned by previous blog entries, especially those who can read. We all view the world through unique prisms, and I was just calling ‘em as I see them. And, if you ever visit Oakridge make sure to visit Crystel’s Exquisite Boutique on First Street next to the Corner Bar. Bring wads of cash!

Next stop: Crooked River Ranch north of Redmond.