Arriving at Our Workamping Job at Diamond Lake, Oregon
The interview itself was interesting. Cliff was on the phone with the owner Bill, and handed the phone to me saying, “His wife wants to talk to you.” I nervously took the phone and said, ” hello”. She introduced herself as Carole and began telling me about how the office was run. I remember her saying, “We don’t have computers; we do all our reservations on a spread sheet.” I just laughed and replied, “Well, that’s more than I have here”. I had been using a desk calendar to write everything down.
“Sounds like you will fit right in,” she replied. This gave me some comfort about what was about to take place with our new jobs.
We spent the night in La Pine, Oregon in order to stock up on groceries before finishing the voyage to Diamond Lake. From the information we gathered during our phone interview, it is around 90 miles to a good grocery store from where we will be living and working.
There is excitement in the air as we draw closer to our new home. The Girl (the name of our GPS) is letting us know that we have reached our destination. It appears that she is a little confused; there is no RV Park here, just more road. Determination sets in and we continue down the road passing several motorhomes and National Forest campgrounds. Reaching the end of the loop we spy a sign that we believe to be our destination. Nope, wrong park. So we turn around again. After about 5 miles we give in and stop at a gas station to ask directions. Learning that we have passed by our target we turn around and proceed back the direction we have just come from. Guess what we see! It is a big blue sign saying RV Park. We missed it on the way in because of a motorhome parked in front of it. The park itself is elevated and far back in the forest which explains why we did not see the campground when we drove past. Sighs of relief are expelled at the knowledge we would not be forever lost. But doubts are creeping in on whether I want to ever trust “The Girl” again.
The office is a beautiful log cabin with 4th of July decorations spread about. Next to it are some gentlemen on golf carts waiting to escort visitor to their sites. I was already in love with the park! It is intertwined with tall pines,you can see mountains, and you can smell the fresh crisp air. Exiting the truck we walk up the sidewalk and enter the cabin to be greeted warmly with “Hi, welcome to Diamond Lake. Do you have a reservation?”
Cliff and I glance at each other and he promptly responds with “I guess we do, we are Cliff and Wanda, your new workampers”.
Introductions are made all around and everyone seems happy to see us, probably because they have been short staffed for a few weeks now and everyone is ready to redistribute the work load. Cliff will be working outside escorting visitors to their sites, cleaning recently evacuated campsites and delivering wood, along with other odd jobs as needed. I will be working in the office answering phones, taking reservations and checking people in when they arrive. Each couple has a rotating schedule for cleaning the 2 bath/shower houses, that way everyone has a turn and no one couple is stuck on cleaning duty all the time.
After a short meeting with Bill and Carole, we’re escorted up the hill to our site by one of our new co-workers. We’re “home” again.