From the Seattle Times
Like a cruise-ship greeter, the affable blonde hostess waited as I pulled into my reserved parking spot. “Welcome to Wanderlust,” she said.
She asked how my ferry ride to Orcas Island was and if I needed help with my bags.
Assured that I had not suffered any undue stress from a ferry ride that involved sipping a latte while watching for whales, she led me to my “campground.”
Or I should say it was more like a Holiday Inn room under a white safari tent in a campground.
There’s a bed with four puffy pillows, and partial view of Cascade Lake if I wish to keep the tent flaps up. (The answer is yes, I very much want to keep the tent flaps up.)
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