A near disaster in Bellingham

We had a great stay in Seattle but it is time to move on, but not far.  A couple hours away, in Bellingham, we pull in to our campground almost simultaneously with the three other NorCal rigs on the Alaska caravan – Barry and Claudia, Mike and Jane, Larry and Martha.  The NorCal Eight (not to be confused with the Seattle Four, above) celebrate the reunion with good conversation, enabled by fine wines and chicken kebabs.  

Our campsite is near the park entrance and we casually glance at the new arrivals checking in.  Suddenly we see a Class B rig passing us going down a small grade with no apparent driver, a small boy in the front seat, obviously not in control.    Mike and Barry dash for the RV and Barry manages to get the door open just as the father lunges from somewhere inside, scaring the wits out of the child but managing to apply the brake.  We have no idea how that situation began, but a few minutes later the dad comes by and thanks us.