I warned you this would happen

Remember that new table we built? I surely do.

To complete the re-thought TotoLounge project, we needed a custom-size cushion that matches all the other upholstery. So we measured, ordered from CushionSource, and waited. And waited. I think they had a bit of a queue. A few days ago, however, our new cushion arrived.

Here’s our new cushion, atop the table we built. It’s just a tich boxier than all the other cushions, and so therefore it’s not perfect — DAMN — but it’s pretty close.

Now we are testing the setup — at Fort Stevens State Park, at the northwest corner of Oregon.

This is the oddest place. Usually when you go to a State Park campground with your Escape 21, you feel like a Lilliputian in a world of Gullivers. Gosh those fifth-wheel and coach rigs are huge. But at this place, in this time, most of the RVs around us are smaller than we are. 

We’re at a NOG. A Northern Oregon Gathering of fiberglass RVs — also called a Non-Organized Gathering. There are scores of ’em! Casitas. Bolers. Scamps. Escapes. Bigfoots (Bigfeet?). And some other brands and models that I can’t remember right now. Also, a restored, vintage Airstream motorhome has sneaked in. They, at least, are larger than we are.

This is the third “rally” we have attended, and it’s a hoot to rendezvous with characters we met at previous gatherings. Since we all have similar rigs — but with an endless assortment of owner modifications — there’s always plenty to talk about. That, and dogs.

On this trip, for whatever reason, there’s a higher concentration of dogs. We like meeting them, and Tyler and Wally are ecstatic, within the constraints of their personalities. Wally warbles intermittently, and Tyler is twitching his eyebrows from time to time, between naps.

I gotta go. We’ve been out scouting beach scenes, and then there was Chicken Thigh Salad, and then this. Now there is a shower in the spotless park bath facilities. More on this wonderful park and campground, in short order.