Sprague Lake Resort
After a 300 mile drive from Bremerton, Washington (and a wonderful visit with my family) it was refreshing to find such a welcoming place to park as Sprague Lake Resort. Even though it is only 3 miles off of I-90 (you can still see the cars stream across the asphalt in the distance) it offers up shade and spectacular sunsets. Not to mention the ducks swimming feet from the shore and the big trout being caught just off the dock. Since I didn’t want to buy a Washington fishing license I took the owner’s word on the huge trout available.
This resort is only 30 miles from Spokane and was a perfect alternative to trying to find a city RV resort late in the day. The sweet Austrian lady made sure to mention that the mosquito-shaped insects flying all around really were only midges and not to worry. She was right. What she didn’t mention was that I would be kept company in the wee hours by a great horned owl. My oh my hearing his hoot was soothing and eery at the same time. I could follow his trek through the trees as his whooooo moved around.
This was a serene spot on a Sunday night to sit on the grass and read while watching the sun slip under the horizon.
It’s funny, but as I travel around alone in Gina and search for secluded spots to tuck in for the night I find that I think twice about the “free” and isolated campgrounds. Even though I’ve often driven up a dirt road and trolled through looking at spots, thoughts of my safety pop into my brain. If it’s completely isolated and no other campers there—that’s not a good thing for a solo woman. What if some ax murderer is lurking in the woods just waiting for someone to attack. I know this is an unreasonable fear but I think we women have grown up with this and steer clear of situations just like this. And if there are other campers around I’m also afraid. THAT doesn’t assuage my fears of camping alone. What if THEY are the ax murderers? Why do I want to be so far away from civilization all by my lonesome?
So this time I am completely satisfied staying in an RV campground with facilities so nearby and a mothering owner just yards away in her house.
Ahhhhhh I think I hear my comfy bed calling me. Good night mommy and daddy.