I think I’ve mentioned how hard it is to find a campsite anywhere along the northwest coast. I’d struggled for over a week to find a spot in Olympic National Park, our intended destination before heading back home, with no luck. Finally, Russ said, “Why don’t we go to Anacortes?” 

So, relying on his good luck (he does have the most ridiculously good luck), we drove to Port Townsend, took the ferry across to Whidbey Island, and then drove north to Washington Park in Anacortes. Washington Park is VERY popular, and I hadn’t been able to make a reservation, so we were hoping to snag one of the first-come first-served sites. On our first drive-through, we could not find anything. Then, Russ started checking the calendars on reserved sites—and promptly found one (with hookups for electricity and water) that was empty for five days! Like I say, some people have all the luck.