While in the Portland area, I stayed up in Corbett. A very small town east of Troutdale up in the hills above the Columbia River Gorge. This area is very nice, and the RV park I stayed at honors the Passport America card so I stayed for half price. Here I am all set up. The weather was fine, a little cloudy, and it rained a couple times, so I didn’t need to extend the awning. Comfy spot. A little distant from anything, like 10 miles or so, but not bad if I planned my trips to do shopping and then meet friends.
My parking spot.
The park office was seldom staffed. And aside from the WiFi going down a couple times, didn’t really need to be. Nice and quiet.
The main building...with the showers and laundry.
On the 29th of April, I said goodbye to my friends and headed off to Walla Walla to visit the kids and family.
Just some roadside scenery.
Heading into the Walla Walla Valley.
And here I am parked amongst the fallen tree blossoms in Walla Walla.
It only takes four hours to get to Walla Walla from Portland. I didn’t take many pictures because I’ve shown them so many times before here on the blog.
The next night, my kids picked me up and off we went for a little night life.
#1 daughter perusing her Kindle.
The band starts warming up.
And here a beautiful young lady has enticed me to get out on the dance floor! Egads!
Still at it. She's a great dancer but I held my own with her.
Hangin' in there.
Boogie down!
Lots of fun, and good exercise too.
Mush gets up to belt a couple songs out.
Rocking the joint!
#1 son gets in there to play the drums a bit.
Still hittin' it.
And the final set.
I wish James had gotten some better pictures of that gal. What a total babe. She paid me a complement or two as far as the dancing went. We went out on the floor several times and she hung in there. Had a great time. I do smile more when I dance then the pictures suggest.
Jim, the Babe Magnet!
Hey, you’re catching up; only 4 months behind on the blog. Must have some free time up there in Alaska.
I don’t mind seeing the Bounder pix – gives perspective on where it’s been, and especially nice parks I might want to camp in one day.
Yeah, I can attract them, but can’t get them to stick around long enough. Or to do anything other then talk. I’m sick of talk.
Yeah, it’s quieted down for me somewhat here so I’ll have more time to get posted more often.
Oh, thanks for telling me that. I was a little worried that my readers would get sick of seeing the Bounder, happy to hear it adds perspective.
Well, I look confused. Playing drums after 48 beers should probably be forbidden. Also I should check out your blog more… some pretty cool stuff here.
Nah, you were fine. Played well too. And it wasn’t more then 58 beers.