Not every RV day plays out like the ads. Yesterday, September 10, about 20 hours ago, I found “American RV Park” in Talent, Oregon on I-5 listed in “Passport America”. Three calls, no answers. So I decided to just show up because it said no reservations in connection with the Passport America discount.
It was perhaps the worst-looking RV park I had ever investigated. Very crowded. Old trailers. Huge speed bumps. Kids everywhere. Yards cluttered. In making a loop through the place, I decided to keep going. But where to stay? The sun was setting. I didn’t want to track down another RV park, carefully pull into my assigned spot and attach utilities. I just wanted to park somewhere safe and go to sleep.
What do you know? There was a WalMart across the street that I hadn’t noticed. (The RV park was “right-turn in” and some trees blocked the WalMart sign.) I eased my way into the far corner of their huge lot and pulled in front of a “No Overnight” sign. I sat there contemplating whether or not I should try to get away with it. There was one “Class C” RV parked further into the corner.
Instead, I remembered that there was a rest area on I-5 about a mile before the town’s exit. I drove back north about three miles to the last exit, got off and on again, now heading south, and pulled in. “No Overnight Camping” stared me in the face. How odd. I had parked overnight in a rest area the night before on Highway 97 in Oregon. What to do? It was now dark.
I drove south again and got off at the original exit and got back on going north, but went two exits north this time. No big-box retailers with huge parking lots, but some gas stations and motels. Time to give up. I would get a room at the Holiday Inn Express and get a good shower. I needed it. The parking lot had plenty of room; maybe there was a deal was to be had. I parked on the street and went in.
“We have one room left,” she said. “It’s $128. A lot of people are here for the Shakespeare Festival.” I thanked her and said I would check on one of the other motels.
As I walked to my truck I noticed immediately across the street a new, poorly lit one-story commercial building for lease. It had a paved entrance on one side and a paved exit on the other with parking in the rear and no lights anywhere. I looked around. Perfect. I pulled across the street and behind the building and got good night’s sleep.
Tags: USD, America, gas stations, Talent, the Holiday Inn Express, Oregon
