It was 2005 and my DW and I were doing a 58 day trip from Alabama to Alaska and down the west coast. I am a planner and had made reservations at all major stops along the way. Well we stopped at Whitehorse for our reserved site on the way up, and I made sure to confirm our reservation at the same campground for the trip back down a few weeks later. All was well.
So we come back into Whitehorse on what happened to be Canada Day. Now we are driving a 1999 F-250, but our TC was a very old 1972 Sell's rig that had seen better days. Plus, we were hauling a beat-up flatbed trailers with a scooter on it, all covered with mud, dust and other accumulated ****. The TC and truck were also covered with dirt.
As we pulled into the campground, there was a line of expensive Class-A's (talking Prevost here) all wanting a site, but with no reservations. I walked into the office and the person behind the counter remembered me and said that our site was ready for us. It was the first site, right in front of all those rigs. You could see the fumes coming out of the ears of the drivers.
Some might not find this humorous, but to my DW, it was very funny that we, with the junkie looking outfit, got a site and those big rigs did not.
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