This was a bolthole park for me, I needed somewhere decently close to Seattle in case I was called into work, but I was definitely tired of the parks closer to the city. This one, a few miles off of I-5 and south of Chehalis offered reasonably close access to grocery, laundry, and walmart, so it would do. It had a lovely open area, and looked promising at first glance.
But… the RV section is tiny and if you’re on the end sites, you literally have to back in past all the other sites in the row. I was very happy to have the caravan mover at this place, not only for the initial entry, but also to swing the Alto around so that I wasn’t staring at my neighbor’s slideouts on their oversized RV.
Yep, oversized RVs are not supposed to be here. The reservations site clearly notes nothing larger than 24 feet but it appeared that most people ignored that and spent quite some time shoving their 35-foot-plus RVs into tiny slots, which meant we all got to experience the wonder that is being in a lineup as tight as sardines in a can. Not the best way to spend 10 days, so spinning the Alto sideways and using the awning + privacy screen helped make the two weekends more bearable.
By Sunday night, though, it was a different story, just me and two other rigs for most of the days until the next Friday. It did get hot, so I ended up going with the solar shade (original for dog crates) to lessen the heat on the backside.
The RV sites are right next to the horse camps, so in the right (wrong) wind, you get all that odor, as well as horse trailers and big pickups idling about 10 yards away from your rig. And did I mention the campground as a portajohn not a real toilet, but that means WA State can charge you for facilities in the fees, which didn’t feel fair at all. And, the final bad point is that the campground is right next to one of the major roads in this farming area, so the sites next to the road really get the noise.
On the plus side, there are some lovely hiking trails into the old growth forest and they are mostly underutilized; in an hour of hiking, I didn’t see anyone else at all. I somehow lost most of those photos, so here’s one that did survive. Old growth forest does not equal no logging, at least not here.