Woke up to Saturday morning to this pulling up to our camp spot just outside of Port Angles Washington. Turns out our camp spot was scheduled to be the start of a marathon. The first to arrive was actually a woman who deemed carl the friendly camper. We stayed and made coffee on the truck tailgate while the runners gathered. Turned out to be 30 to 40 participants, they used the portos right on the truck trailer. We spoke with the sweeper who was planning to gather early season chanterelles on his way.