Driving through Washington State, we had our first, and only, police encounter. I pulled over to take a picture. Yeah, I know...that's not really chill with them. But it was totally worth it; I got the shot.
Okay, so it looked way cooler in "famous painting" format.
So the cop was like, 18, but very handsome in a blond military not my type kinda way. So I lied and told him we were lost and stopped to check the directions. He told us we were on the correct road to Missola, MT (The town closest to where we planned to camp) and we went on our way. Whew! That was nice of him to pull over to make sure we were alright. So, through Washington, it was more plains like, then got very forest-y as we drove though Montana. Not much to speak of. We stopped for gas along the way in an adorable historical mining town. The kind of town that had a main street, a few stop signs, and a stop light. Not one, but two ATV's pulled into to fill up while we were getting gas. And some old lady from Florida asked for directions, and I had to explain that we are sooooo not the people to ask. So then we went on our merry little way to the Rock Creek State Park Campground, which was 14 miles down a dirt road. Now, I had been on dirt roads already on this trip, in OKC. I have also been on dirt roads at summer camp. Other than that, this was new to me. And to my car. So, first as were driving along we come across a very normal looking family fishing. We ask them if they know of a state park at the end of the road, and they have no idea. So we keep driving, and come across many signs for campgrounds and recreation areas, but none for our campground. So were drivin' drivin' drivin'. And we start to see these very Texas Chainsaw Massacre style houses. It was just so desolate. Lots of No trespassing signs, lots of trailers, lots of broken down cars. The other side was a different story I felt like they were all the houses of GW and Dick Cheney's friends. Very nice ranches with elaborate entrances....and more No Trespassing signs. So we drove and drove and drove and drove (it seemed like forever because with my car and those roads we couldn't really break 15mph). When we finally got there, the campground was adorable. Many of the other campers looked serial killer-esque, and it was 85% dark by the time we got there. This was, I believe, our longest drive, and the latest arrival at a campground. It was very tricky, but we had enough practice at this point that we collaborated on the effort pretty well. I started making dinner, he started collecting firewood and setting up the tent. We found that the site was very, very, small and uneven. Maybe that's why it was the last one available. I was too scared of the other campers to go wash my dishes, so I just put them in the car. Ugh. I kept hearing weird noises in the woods, which may have been deer, squirrels, or serial killers. Who knows. Unfortunately, we were so motivated to not deal with this late night set up again the next night that we didn't really get a chance to experience this campground. We woke up, took a picture of the creek, scarfed down a cereal bar, and bounced.
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