After a couple of nights again at the Salmon Harbor Marina in Winchester Bay, I headed twenty-something miles south to Coos Bay. Groceries, some frozen yogurt, a little wandering around town, then off to the dry camping area at The Mill Casino.
It's just a big patch of gravel between the highway and the bay. It used to be free, but now they're charging $15 a night. I should go have dinner at the all-you-can-stuff-in-your-gut buffet to make up for it. See how that affects their profit margin.
From what I understand, back in the free days this lot would be packed. Not so much today. Maybe the fee has thinned out the crowd. It's better than being squeezed between big Class A rigs and fifth-wheelers. If I wanted to do that, I could pay more to stay in the casino's actual RV park on the other side of the bushes. As I was registering, there was a woman who was very unhappy about the selection of sites in the campground. There wasn't one available large enough for their RV and cargo trailer. I thought, "Hey, you need room? Come join us out in the gravel patch. You could set up your own village out there."