No, my shoes did not squish as I walked like the hosing I got last April. This time I deftly danced around the spewing hose and closed the valve before I painted myself with...well you know.
The campground sewer connection was not threaded like most connections are. I had the hose stuck tightly in the opening and even had a handy, nearby rock on top of it holding it down. Pulling the handle gave the usual "whoosh" and then the hose end popped out and the sewage started gushing on the ground. This time, thank goodness and my lighting fast reflexes, okay, my hand was still on the valve handle, I was able to slam it shut with only about a gallon spilling on the ground. Yes, I was very lucky. Very, very lucky.
Even a greater stroke of luck was in my corner. The pad site where we were was gravel. A quick hosing down of the area and it was clean as a whistle, and fortunately for me, there were no "things" to have to pick up.
We headed down the interstate towards California, low clouds still covering the mountains.
Crossing into California, we pulled in to a viewing stop.
Mount Shasta, a real volcano. You don't get to see things like this on the East coast.
We pushed on a bit further and stopped at a campground in Weed, CA. We wondered if the town got its name from that medicinal plant that is sold out here.
175 miles, not a bad days drive and another Passport America campground, $22/night. So far, our PPA membership not only has paid for itself but is now is "making" us money, it is helping us keep to our budget for campsites at $25 or less per night. We're happy campers.
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