Paul, Chris, and I were all kind of at a loss as to what to do during our break. I had enthusiastically broken out the Washington State map booklet thing Jamie has been hauling around and perused through the recreation and family attractions sections. Most of these attractions sounded…umm…terrible, rudimentary? – I can’t quite place the word. I feel like there’s only so many ways you can attract people to replica log cabins in the middle of nowhere, though one did add that it had 32 fiberglass elk while another boasted that their building was abnormally well-constructed. I couldn’t stop laughing.
Sensing our loss, Jamie went ahead and booked us a campground just outside of Olympia – with showers. Ok, so we had been car-camping – not nearly as legit as backpacking – but still no toilets, no shower, and only one change of clothes in eight days made this probably disgusting shower look and feel just marvelous. I mean it had hot water. I washed my hair twice, mostly because I never wanted this shower to end.