When we bought our Winnebago last fall, we obviously had plans to camp. But… where? A normal campground, where trailers are close together, wasn’t an attractive thought, and boondocking it on BLM or Forestry Service lands seemed impractical. And then we were introduced to a private, member-owned, lakeside campground on the Olympic Peninsula. After exploring the place a few times, we found the perfect site, signed the paperwork, and Camp Echo Hill was born.
We chose the name because our site sits atop a hill and, at the point where the site slopes down to the road below, there is quite the echo.
Welcome to Camp Echo Hill. Our custom sign – with our last name blurred out, of course.Gracie Rides Again, aka our Winnebago, visible through the trees.Our site from the spot where the land slopes into a steep hill.Of course there is a pennant banner on our site – I’m obsessed with these.The steep slope at the bottom of the site – but going up and down it is great cardio!
Wife, proud Jew, full-time career woman, writer, blogger, avid RVer, reader, crafter, dog mom, amateur historian, supporter of liberal causes, occasional ghost hunter. Dream of climbing Mt. Rainier. Although a Hoosier by birth, the Pacific Northwest is my home.
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