Welcome to Wolf River
If the parking brake is set, camping on top of a river bank is without challenge. Great view. Fresh air. And in the campground, robust wifi and stable electricity. Enough for us to spend a quiet morning while all the gadgets recharged along with us. There was even a hot shower, after I received directions on how to navigate their maze from the man in the machine room.
But, we can’t remain parked indefinitely, so by early afternoon we were on the highway. To another province, through what is probably the longest construction project in my lifetime. At a guess, those pyramids were finished faster.
All went well until the rains started, and we realized that we could see nothing through the windshield. Off the beaten track, into that mountainside town or Wolf River, where you go up and down and all around, several times for anything. We bought window fluid and a new wiper blade (to install at some future moment). Asking a local on how to find an ATM gave us clear instructions: “go up to that stop sign, then turn right and go downhill until you see something”. (we didn’t).
However, if you wear a mask and ask nicely in a corner store, they will open the till. We needed some cash, and now we have some. The details given by a local campground included paying in cash, because they didn’t have instant payment yet. Fine. The GPS took us to a rather large campground, with a proper gate barrier and a gatekeeper. He explained that we were at a different campground, to our good fortune, because the other gang are thieves and vagabonds. So, not the wild west. Instead, the middle ages. We finally got parked, just as the lights started flashing, in the sky. Nothing like a thunderstorm while you’re connecting your power harness.
