The plan today was supposed to involve a quick drive from one campground to another, the latter being William Kent, a national forest campground located in popular Tahoe city.
On paper the plan seems sound – drive the scenic 20 miles or so over a beautiful pass before descending into Tahoe City, whereupon we’d set-up shop in a location offering easy (ie- walkable) access to the town.
That was the plan anyway.
In reality what we arrived to was a cramped campground, packed with people, trailers, and no shortage of twisty roads complemented with perfectly (ill)situated trees and boulders which will test even the most experiences drivers. It would have been fun if I had been playing a video game, not hauling around my home.
In a nutshell, it was a shit-show.
Foolishly ignoring the inner voice advising us otherwise, Kelly and I went about our typical routine – she helping me navigate blind spots using combination of hand signals and vocal commands. Despite our best efforts, and slightly bent steps, site 25 defeated us today.
Our first complete parking failure.
With my head hung low, I slowly began the process of navigating the truck and rig back to the park entrance while Kelly sheepishly walked back to negotiate a refund. And with that we left.
But alas … there is a good ending to this otherwise harrowing story.
When life offers lemons, why not make lemonade? And that is exactly what we did by hauling ass directly back to Martis Creek campground in Truckee.
Now, comfortably situated in a huge site and not dealing with a mob of people or horrific Tahoe City traffic, we find ourselves sipping a cool, sweet, summertime drink.
So F-off site 25 … you may have won the battle, but Kelly and I won the war.
Your misadventures at site 25 made me very happy today. Or I should say, your telling of your misadventures at site 25 made me happy.
Hi Stan – glad you had a good laugh. At the time, I was annoyed, but now, like you am now laughing at the whole thing.
so glad to hear you escaped with your house in tact!