Pt. Arena, CA

Nov. 30. Tonight finds us at a KOA campground, or Kampground, as they say. Since a big windstorm is predicted to move in tonight around midnight, we decided to splurge on a Kamping Kabin. The darn thing costs as much as a decent motel room back in Washington. 58 dollars a night to be exact. I didn't balk too much though, especially when I found out that the office internet wireless network would reach Kabin number 18. Sold! Actually, this is one of the most beautiful KOA's I have seen. It is very big, and the trees all mature. They have given each campspot enough space to have a little privacy, though at this time of the year, the place is nearly empty. Our Kabin is a one room bunkhouse with a covered porch, a porch swing, a picnic table and a fire ring outside. Inside the decor is wood from the floor to the ceiling, with a double bed and two bunks. One stool and a small table to use for whatever. The wind is already starting to build outside. I am glad to be inside, warm and dry. Time to start dinner.

Ron.
California raccoons are bolder than Oregon raccoons, but not as fat. We had three eating our raisens and then trying to come into our cabin after I took the food away. Candy