camping out, urban style

We looked dubiously at Brians' driveway. It had seemed much longer when we were here with our car last year. (We're in Pullman, with Brian, Frank's son. ) When we arrived, toward dusk, with a hint of sleet in the air, we measured. Yep. 27 feet. The Cruiser is 30 feet. Hmm, and cars were parked right across the street. Brian hastily looked up a city RV park, and we refugeed in there for a night while the snow fell. The next day we went back and took another look. We could camp on the street without the slides like those homeless guys in Ballard, (but with much better equipment), or we could try the driveway and hang out over the sidewalk. I had visions of a jogger running along , blissed out on his iPod , and running full tilt into the front of the RV, but I was told I was being ridiculously City. No one uses the sidewalk here. So here we are, hooked into power, on Brian's fast network. Hey, it works. We're slowly learning to live in the Cruiser. We still have organizing to do, but we're getting there.
Judy