If our camp among the cedars weren't in a dead zone (no cell, no internet) and if we had enough sun to charge our battery, we would consider staying a second night. But there is work to be done and we press onward after a breakfast of eggs and toast over a camp fire. It is very hot today and heat waves are radiating off the hood of the car as we drive through Coeur D'Alene toward our camp site. While sitting in a traffic jam, a wilted-looking mouse pops out of our engine compartment, scampers down the side of the car, and scurries into a drainage ditch. We must have picked him up in the forest campground.
We reach our intended camp: Beauty Creek Campground. The sign at the entrance states a price of $20 per night. Gulp. That is out of the question! I ask the host if they have a discount for National Park Pass holders, and he says half price! That's better, although I would prefer free. The campground is nearly empty this early in the afternoon and we have our pick of sites, so we find one with a mix of sun and shade and unhitch.
Beauty Creek runs along the backside of every site, but I hear nothing but the sound of sweat bees. Walking down the worn path, I discover that Beauty Creek is nothing but dry stones in a parched stream bed. Nuts! Good thing we didn't pay $20 for this!
Just standing still, the sweat bees are landing all over me, making this the perfect time to try out our new shade room.
Normally I would scoff at such an extravagant luxury.
Oh look at those pansy campers with their twelve coolers and four grills and screened porch.
But nearly every place we have camped has had some kind of flying pestilence. Our mountain site had so many house flies, it was unbearable to walk outside unless windmilling with our arms. Our site between Yellowstone and the Tetons, mosquitos made going outside out of the question and we finally had to pack up and leave a beautiful, free site because of them.
If we are to spend time sitting outside, a screen room is in order. I get the bag out and begin to assemble by looking at the picture on the bag since there are no directions. Ten minutes later, we have a new family room and it has more square footage than our whole home!
The line between "indoor" and "outdoor" is suddenly blurred to pugs and Otis whizzes in the corner. While I am scolding him, Murray whizzes on what Otis just did.
It becomes very clear to both of them in a hurry that this is "indoor" space and not to be peed on.
Our new room is lovely and it is so nice to sit in the shade and listen to the bees buzz and not be annoyed or swatting at anything.
The dogs enjoy being outside without being tethered to anything.