All night at the Abbot Campground our closest neighbor was running the generator for his RV, while during the day his 10 year old boy was driving through camp on a grumbling ATV. We also chose a campsite that didn’t have a lot of trees protecting us from the afternoon sun. The idea of resting in these conditions didn’t sound appealing.
Looking at the Adventure Cycling map, we noticed that only a few clicks up the road were a few more campsites. I decided to reconnoiter the closest, Chapparal, to see if there was a more peaceful and shadier site for us. As luck would have it, the first vacant site I came upon matched our wishes perfectly, so I headed back to tell Carrie the good news.
We broke camp at Abbot and made camp at Chaparral while only riding one mile. Not too shabby for a definite campsite upgrade. After chatting about the prospect of moving to Boise, we made our way to the river for some quality R&R. I grew up playing at beaches, but I believe rivers are more pleasant. At beaches you’re exposed to the sun all day, baking and sweating until even a dip in the freezing Paciﬁc Ocean sounds inviting. Rivers provide shade so you’re not forced to bake. You can have a dip in the water without the threat of being bitten by a shark, manhandled by a rogue wave, or swept away by a rip tide. The soothing sound of crashing waves is replaced by the swishing of the rushing current. Salt water is replaced with fresh. I’m ready for a nap.