On The Road

Eluding the forest police.

We were on the road in our little trailer from sometime in May to September 19th of 2017. At first it was just me and our son but my husband joined us about 2 weeks into our great exodus along with quite of few other residents of King County. We’ve met a surprising amount of people from our old neck of the woods who have come here for mostly the same reasons as us; fresh air and some room.

We spent most of the time in the Snoqualmie National Forest on the west side of the Cascade mountain range. You’re only supposed to spend a total of 2 weeks at a time camping there but, sue us, we bounced around for a couple of months. Not just us either. We met quite a few people who made the forest their temporary home. Ours was by choice. I don’t believe their’s was.

The areas are well patrolled by sheriffs and we had to play a kind of hide and seek to keep them at bay. We ended up staying at an inn at Snoqualmie Pass for a couple of weeks to burn up our “not allowed” time before we returned to camp.

We camped in designated and undesignated sites (which is allowed) and moved from the north side of I-90 to the south side to keep a low profile.

Camping was the cheapest and most viable option for us. The hotel cost us an arm and a leg. We were actively looking for property and going out to look at them a couple of times a week. We wanted property that was away from town but not so remote that we would have to home school our son and cut off most human contact.

Until we found something though, we were living on the road.

It seemed like it was getting expensive and at one point I began thinking “we gotta find a place so we can pump money into there, not into living on the road. I don’t know what our biggest expenses were but I wanted the money to go into our destination, not the road.

When we finally found a place, some paperwork got lost in the mail and things dragged out for weeks longer than we anticipated. Our agent got pissed at us because things were taking so long. I reminded her that someone else lost the paperwork. I was pissed at her. I still consider her quite a battle ax but we are in touch every now and then because we’re still thinking of buying the lower lot. It’s one of those semi tense relationships that you have to maintain in your own best interests. Thanksgiving or Christmas with her….noooo.

We stayed at a couple of improved campgrounds. The first featured an ogre and his wife. The kind who watches every move you make from his RV. He would literally look at his watch when we would come to pay for the day, as if he was counting on us to be late. He was just a rude asshole. I felt sorry for his wife.  The second hosts were very friendly and we actually worked out a deal with them to do the final cleaning of the fire pits in trade for a few days of accommodations. My husband and I scooped and cleaned out about 30 to 40 fire pits for the close of the season.

In general, we kept the lowest profile as possible until we could get out of the forest and to a place we owned where no one could tell us how long we could stay or what we could do.

And I could dig as many holes as I wanted at any time of the day I wanted. 🙂