I didn't realize how much I'd been looking forward to this campout until Greg couldn't find spots for us. The campground we originally wanted to stay at is closed for the season - beetle killed trees that they're cleaning up, or something like that. So he headed north instead, looking for our weekend homestead. Two campgrounds later, and he called me to let me know that nothing's open... Maybe we can camp in the back yard? No way. If we're not camping, I'm not going to drag out all our gear just to set it up in the backyard. So he headed south, and eventually found us spots at Bertha Creek Campground.