George Rebane
It was our first solo trip with our ‘new’ trailer. Jo Ann and I got back from Trinity Lake yesterday afternoon after spending a few days under the trees at Pinewood Cove RV Park. We are lifelong dirt campers, so talking us into upgrading to a starter trailer wasn’t all that difficult. It only took Russ and Ellen Steele about five years to help us switch from a ripstop tent to an aluminum box on wheels. Memories of weeds poking into our undercarriage were a definite goad to less surprising twilight head calls.
So there we were, practically lakeside and under a thick canopy of tall pineys with our little toyless toy hauler all properly hooked up and canopy deployed. The RV park grounds sit on, what else, scoured red dirt. You know, the kind we have right here in Nevada County. Our little camping chairs and tables were all set up in the stuff. Our puppy took no never mind to it, and, rejecting her nice clean bed, stretched herself out on the dustiest parts, being careful to change sides regularly so as to apply an even coating.
Meals were fun because Jo Ann could use the kitchen to prepare some really special vittles for eating around the campfire. We brought along our own firewood – cured digger pine which makes and maintains a beautifully tight flame mass for hours (contrary to popular local myths, I have yet to burn a bad piece of madrone or digger pine).
The pictured idyllic little scene was made possible following a six hour drive that involved some very curvy roads after we headed west from Redding on State 299. While there, the major entertainment consisted of driving down to Weaverville to celebrate our 49th, and watching RVs occupy neighboring sites. From this educational spectator sport one learns a little bit each time as vacationers of various skill levels maneuver their rigs into place and go through the set-up chores – the Germans also call this shadenfreude. It’s especially relaxing after you are already comfortably ensconced with martooni in hand, and covered with red dirt beyond caring.





