Any time we told people in Washington that we were headed east, they told us we had to drive through the Cascades on our way, and to stop in Leavenworth, a Bavarian village incongruously set down in the middle of the state of Washington, USA. So we did.
We checked out of our park and headed east on Route 2. During one stretch of our drive, "Tales from the Vienna Woods" was playing on the radio. I listened to it as I looked out the window at the deep, thick vegetation that bordered both sides of the road. The mossy trees were draped in shadow. No direct sunlight made it through their branches. I was happy to be on the road.
As morning brightened to day, we reached Icicle River RV Park, located on the road approaching this lovely mountain.
The camp hosts were a friendly couple, and the husband offered to help direct Brian as he backed into our spot. As he was "helping" direct us, Brian told him he was worried that if we kept backing up at the angle he was indicating to us, the front corner of the trailer would hit the cab of the truck. "Oh, I'm watching that," the man said. Ten seconds later, crunch! The corner of the trailer hit the back of the truck. Brian told the guy to please leave. When we looked at the corner, it was really no worse than any of the other damage we've done to the truck.
Meanwhile, Zorah was running around the park chasing swallowtail butterflies. For some reason, there were about fifty of them drinking water from a puddle in the middle of the park. The guy had also steered us over them, so there were probably about sixty before we came in.
To back into our space, I got behind the wheel and Brian directed me without further mishaps. We unhitched, unpacked, and rested a bit before heading out to see the town of Leavenworth.
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