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Russian
River was special to me in more ways than one. First, I was proud
of myself because
it was the first time I dry camped since the disaster at WalMart
in Whitehorse. I had also decided on the way to Alaska that I wouldn't
stay in these more out-of-the-way but much more scenic parks because
I just didn't think I'd feel as safe as I did when Don was parked
right beside me. I always consider it a victory when I overcome
the limitations I place on myself due to fear.
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This
is the Russian River as seen from the backyard of my campsite.
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After
walking down some stairs, I enjoyed the river from this closeup
vantage point.
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This
is the front view from my big picture windows. It was great to see
the contrast of bright new green leaves against the still snowy
mountains. I
really loved the large, private and quiet, tree-filled sites.
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