August 9, Leavenworth, WA

Now this is what I call camping! We finally got a great site at a great campground, Icicle River RV Resort. We would have been happy to stay here a week. We were parked right on a beautiful river with rapids flowing over rocks and a mountain behind it. Birds, deer, good neighbors and cool wind.

Loved it! Did not want to leave.

We were the envy of the caravan.

Joe couldn't get enough of it.

But we did venture into lovely Leavenworth, a Bavarian style town created after the logging industry faded. It's what you would typically label a "tourist trap", but at least it was done with style

Also went to one of the many fresh fruit markets. I bought some Rainier cherries, which were wonderful and some apricots. I have never eaten fresh apricots - Yum.

As most of you know, Joe will talk to a fence post.

He met the nicest fellow at the market.

We had lunch at a German restaurant and believe it or not, our waitress' name was Heidi. She posed for us with Jim, our senior member of the caravan. He's almost 92 and still has a way with the ladies. Jim is also a survivor of the Bataan Death March. He is a widow and travels alone, pulling a very large 5th wheel. I don't know how he does it. His motto is "Never give up!" If he can handle this cross country traveling - I should be able to too!

Tomorrow we're off to Yakima, WA to see Mt. Rainier.