5/23/09: How white is your trash?

So I am living here at River’s Edge RV Park in Willimina, OR about 10 miles from the prison. I made the reservations sight unseen. I roll into the dirt driveway and see the gate house (a small trailor 15’ x 6’) that looks to serve as an office. There is a piece of paper in the window to see the manager in site 24. There is a community bath house consisting of 2 shower/bathroom combinations, and 1 room with a washer & dryer; all of this, mind you, in a trailer itself (of course). We even have the dude with a bad-ass handlebar moustache, and a black El Camino missing the front bumper. There are probably 30 to 40 RV’s parked here, and probably fully 75% of them may not have moved in the past year. Several RV’s have mini wooden patio’s attached to the side, or potted plants surrounding the base of the RV, or multiple outside plastic storage closets. These are very clearly permanent residents, not your vacationing couple rolling in the $100,000 mobile luxury home. Smoking and obesity are at epidemic levels here in this little microcosm.

Summit is in heaven being that there is a huge mowed grassy area about 20’ from our RV and a river that travels along the far side of the field. After an intense game of playing frisbee Summit can jump into the water to cool off, come out refreshed are ready to chase frisbee some more. What more can a puppy ask for in life?

Greatest RV park quotes so far:

1) “Where is he going in all them clothes?” said about me in professional dress, from the lady wearing a turquoise tank-top, a different shade turquoise sweatpants, and slippers, sitting in her small patio smoking a cigarette.


2) “Shut-up Scruffy,” said by the same women in turquoise to one of her 4 yappy dogs all under 15 pounds. “Shut-up Scruffy!” “Shut-up Scruffy!!” “Shut-up Scruffy!!!” “Harold, tell Scruffy to shut-up!”

“You tell Scruffy to shut-up!” Says the man in response.

“He isn’t listening to me. YOU tell Scruffy to shut-up!!”