Wild West day 15

Richardson's Grove Campground Forgot to take a picture here, too, so the link will have to suffice. The campground was a bit run down, though it was evident they were working to improve it.  However, being a "family campground", their biggest priority was the new "meeting house" where religious oriented meetings were held.  There was a big crowd at their meeting house when we arrived which was interesting because the number of occupied campsites didn't seem to match.  A little later, the meeting broke up and out came mostly young people.  As it turns out, they were mostly locals, not campers, gathered for some church singing and guitar picking. The neighbor on our right was driving (sort of) an old rusty van type motor home.  The guy was a youngish fellow from Australia.  His companion, a young woman from the Los Angeles area.  He had apparently just bought the RV and it wasn't in very good operational condition. In fact, he didn't even have a power cord for it and came over to ask if he could plug into one of our outlets to charge his girlfriend's phone.  They were obviously living on the edge.  Edge of what, I'm not sure.  He had a fun Australian accent.  We charged his girl's phone. Another camper was sitting at a picnic table just across from us and we struck up a conversation.  He was a young fellow, probably mid to lower twenties.  He said he was just hitchhiking around the country and had stopped at this campground.  The campground has a few cabins to rent and he had struck a deal with them if they let him stay in one of their cabins, he'd do handyman work for them.  Guess they didn't rent out the cabins all that often.  Anyway, we discussed the difference in hitchhiking today compared to when I was a young sailor thumbing a ride.