Oh, the folks we have met and will not soon forget!

It’s amazing how many different types of people pull in to an RV park. Some just drive through while others stop and ask for information. Still others are overnight guests.

And then there are the “I gotta go” seekers. There are no public restrooms at Remote Outpost since tent camping sites are not available. The 2 restrooms with showers are reserved for overnight guests. After 3 months here, I can spot potty-seekers.

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Type 1 pulls up, rolls down their window, stops me before I can meet them inside the Loafing Shed office, and just asks. Type 2 pulls up, gets out of their car, comments on how beautiful it is here, suggests that they will return with their RV, requests information, and then wham, asks to use a restroom. Type 3 pulls up, asks if they can buy coffee, and then wham, asks to use a restroom. Type 4 just parks and heads for the unmarked and number-coded bathrooms.

Lest you think we are cruel to not provide pit stops, there are 3 public restrooms a mile west of here at Sandy Creek Wayside. And I have personally checked them out and even used them! Also the Bridge General Store, 9 miles west, has a restroom for customers.

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But I digress, which I do so well. Below is a list of my favorite and diverse moments:

A helicopter on a trailer pulled in…

A couple from Germany stayed overnight. They flew into Vancouver and rented a Class C RV. But guess where they were going! … Mansfield, Ohio to visit friends… That’s like an hour away from where I grew up… Small, but global world!

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Of course, the bear hunters visited twice and caught a bear each time!

There was the couple from Florence, Oregon who rented a cabin several times. He worked in Sacramento, California and was also a life coach. They returned with his daughter who was featured in an article by Jennifer Miller on Slate.com  called The Mercy Girls.

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His wife then returned once more with a granddaughter.

A young Mennonite couple, in traditional dress, stayed in a cabin on their honeymoon before going to the coast.

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A teardrop camper couple pulled in on their way to meet a friend on the coast, wishing they were staying here for a night or two. I didn’t get a picture of their trailer but it resembled this:

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That’s right! The trunk was a kitchen, the backseat was a bed, and somewhere there was a portable commode!

One overnight guest came in an old trailer that he converted into what we nicknamed, the pop-up coffin.

Edan, Idan, Edon, or Idon???… a bicyclist from Israel, spent one rainy afternoon with us drying out in the Pavillion.

And then there were the many friends of Charlotte and Gary who spent Memorial Day, the 4th of July and several other weekends here. We shared potluck suppers and leftovers the next day.

Once I offered overnight guests from Roseburg some of my leftover Greek Orzo Salad that Jeff prepared. The next day they gave us a homegrown pumpkin-shaped zucchini squash from their garden! It was delicious too!

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Of course, the 3 RV Clubs who stayed here brought their own dynamic energy.

First to arrive were the Oregon River Ramblers, a close-knit group who enjoyed sitting around the chiminea fabricated from an old washing machine drum. They even scrambled eggs and cooked sausage on it one morning!

The outdoor chiminea above is made out of a washing machine drum propped on a stand. A fabricated flat top, with a hinge lid, provides an opening to add wood to burn and a surface to cook upon. Stove pipes vent the fire. 

The second group were a combination of 3 groups: the Eugene Sojourners, the Ready Roamers, and the Santiam Sam. We were invited to participate in the craft activity which consisted of wrapping decoratively- shaped bottles with twine or yarn. I opted out to watch and take pictures.

Then a t-shirt caught my eye! Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur… Sheldon’s lullaby from The Big Bang. I thought of you, Missy, and all my other cat-lover friends. I just had to get a picture! And so I met Marian. I asked her if she was a librarian. No! She was a barbarian and my instant new friend!

Finally, nature came to visit too:

An owlet…

Just one of many, many spider webs…

A hornet’s nest…

More roses that just bloomed…

And finally… A great big shoutout to Charlotte’s son and daughter-in-law from Camus Valley who welcomed us and embraced us!!