Last Stop in Washington

On Sunday a very short drive took us to the Lake Sprague RV Park, in Sprague, WA. I had no idea what to expect other than a park right on the lake.

Sprague was a small burg with a downtown of large, lovely buildings, a neighborhood of bungalows and  two-story Victorians, a beautiful brick church on the hill, and a couple roadside stops on the highway.

Watching over what's left of the little town

The only thing left is the gas station and burger stop on the highway, the old market downtown, about two dozen houses, a bank, and the church. All of downtown is boarded up, half of it closed to any street access, it feels more like a movie set.

This lot had about 30 very cool, old cars and trucks

Remember little places like The Viking?

Dying downtown

We had the park to ourselves with the delightful woman who lives in her house on the property (ring the doorbell if you need anything), and maintains everything on her own. She is a delight and one reason we would stay there again.

The other is how pretty it is. After our off-ramp location for the last week, this grassy site beside the water was perfect. Quail, duck, geese and pelicans entertained us while the sunsets were beautiful.

Lake side in Sprague, WA

So funny looking

Serene evenings

The geology of the area is unique and we spent our one day driving around the rock outcroppings and through the rolling hills of plowed wheat fields. It is all fenced, private range land so we could only enjoy it from the car with almost no places to pull off for photos. The tall rock walls in the distance looked like rows of large Tootsie Rolls - very different!

We are taking Hwy 395 to SoCal and could have driven into Oregon on our first leg. Most would have.

But we are living this life because we want to see things we haven't seen before. We would have missed this pretty little lake, the interesting landscape, and the small dying town looking like it has so many stories to tell.