Nomadland is a thing

“Trailer tramps” are all around us

Lynn had clear hazel eyes, no-nonsense gray hair in a bob, and an official-looking hat with an NPS Volunteer badge on the front. She carried a clipboard, and was checking the stay tags of visitors in Fairholm Campground at Crescent Lake in Olympic NPS the day we reluctantly packed to leave after two glorious weeks exploring the park. 

“Tell me about those bikes,” she said brusquely, pointing with her pen to our e-bikes, leaning dustily against a pine. 

“Oh, we only rode them on the designated bike trails,” I stuttered, worried about some wrongdoing.

“No, I want to know how you like them.” Her grin was a sun ray breaking through clouds. “I need something to get around camp on, and I’m looking into those.”

“Oh!” I smiled in relief. “We love them!” 

After a brief info-mercial extolling our battery-assist bikes, I told her we were tripping around the country in our trailer fulfilling a long-held dream. “What brings you to the park as a host?”

“I’ve done camp hosting every summer for years, but …