After leaving Portland, I intended to head for a campsite in Washington, but my body just wanted a place to sleep. I wound up spending a night in a campground in a state forest on the Oregon side of the Columbia River.

It was just up the road from a place called Cascade Locks, Oregon. Cascade Locks was a pretty little town set against the mountains, whose peaks were shrouded in clouds, and had a lovely little bridge called Bridge of the Gods over the river.

Cascade Locks

This was fascinating, I hadn’t seen one of these in a minute.

It was the first night in my new tent, which I’d had delivered to Reid and Allie’s the previous week. There just wasn’t anything I could do with the busted zippers.

I paid a pretty penny for it, but I didn’t have lots of options. It’s only about a foot wider, a foot longer, and a foot taller than the old tent. But it doesn’t taper as hard as the old one, and feels a hectare bigger on the inside. It’s a TARDIS tent. It’s also constructed of much heavier-duty poles, and is an order of magnitude easier for one person to set up, so that’s worth its weight in gold. I cut the floor out of the old tent to use as a tarp underneath, too, to help protect the bottom of the tent a tiny bit. And given it’s got a hinged door for loading and unloading gear, it’s working out really well for me.

It’s a Coleman Weathermaster 10, and once I figured out how it’s supposed to fit together (the instructions are shit, and the YouTube videos are worthless), it’s way easier for me as a disabled person to work with. I might even do a YouTube video to help future purchasers get through first set-up.

The campground in Viento State Park was adequate, though beside the highway, water and trash pickup were available, and the park ranger who came and spent a half hour talking with me was lovely. It was one of those little places that’ll do in a pinch, and my body had decided to pinch me, so it worked out well for a night.