“I got one! I got one!”
This post is for Sunday, September 10th. It is one in a series of entries that were posted late due to lack of internet signal.
The electric hook-up campground was practically empty when we arrived on Thursday.
Today it’s full, several campers having arrived yesterday for the weekend.
Of course, this means radios, children on bikes screaming, a man making a totally unnecessary holler across the campground, the usual behaviors, and dogs.
Five dogs, to be exact, four of them walking on leashes alongside their considerate owners, and one dog, running like a fool all over the place and not alongside his fool of an owner.
Now that I got that off my chest . . .
The crew and I have enjoyed living alongside Coyote Creek and these beautiful mountains.
Boy, two eggs over easy with toast, orange juice, and coffee sure do taste good outside in the mountain air.
The first two full days here were overcast. Then the days turned sunny, yet pleasantly cool. It did get down to 42 degrees by this morning.
We were warm and cozy all night.
Daniel, the park guy, drives through the campground at least once a day in his white New Mexico pick-up. He stops for a brief chat, asking me if I need anything. I introduced myself to Daniel shortly after arrival. I think it is a good idea to do that, when possible.
I sit in my camp chair next to Spike and Bridget in their pen.
A family consisting of grandfather, father, mother, four little girls under the age of eight, including a toddler, and two big dogs burst on the scene yesterday morning.
Today they march across the grass between the campsite and the creek, toting fishing gear.
They cross the footbridge, jabbering away with excitement, and go upstream a short distance.
They can’t be seen, only heard.
After a time of fussing around, all was quiet.
Then the shout of an young girl is heard all over the campground.
“I got one! I got a fish! I got one! I got one! AWESOME!” We can’t see her, just hear her yelling out excitedly, “I got one!” over and over.
Then a little later, “It’s a trout! I caught a trout! It’s eight inches long! I caught it!”
Bless her heart. She’ll remember that for the rest of her life.
A young man walks by with a string of six trout all about eight inches long. I could tell by looking at him that he knew what he was doing.
Spike, Bridget, and I hike a trail through the woods.
The crew love following a trail, especially when it’s the soft earth of the woodland, rather than the rocks and prickly grass of the desert.
They walk really well on a leash together and without any training!
Bridget has become much better at avoiding the “I’ll go this way around the tree while you go around the other way” tangle of leashes.
Two ladies have the crew and me over to their campsite for dinner!
They’ve travelled all over in their Pleasureway Class B camper, recently returning from Glacier National Park. We have a wonderful conversation before and during dinner with much laughter and comaraderie.
They serve country fried steak, the best I’ve ever eaten. Also on the picnic table is some delicious Louisiana pecan rice, steamed broccoli, and rolls.
Spike and Bridget make me proud. They are well-behaved guests. (I tied their leashes to the picnic table leg.) One of the hostesses feeds them pieces of country-fried steak, so it’s a great evening for all of us!
I never unhitched during our stay here.
There wasn’t any reason as this is an isolated area.
Breaking camp will be easy tomorrow. We’ll get an early start.
Destination: Angel Fire and Eagle Nest State Park, elevation 8,300 feet!
I must say that reading your blog frequently makes me hungry. I may have to start cooking on the patio again now that the temperature is starting to stay below 100 . I can just smell your breakfast and it smells so good.
It sounds like you and the crew are adjusting well to your new adventures.
Sorry my response is so late. I finally have internet!
Everything does taste better outside. Now I know how to improve my cooking . . . just walk it outside!
What a delightful time we are having reading your blog. 2 weeks ago we heard the screaming shouts of two boys who “Got One” too. It’s sooooo fun and an important day in their young lives.
Note to you about propane: sometimes when you get up over 7,000 ft or so, propane appliances might start acting whonky… our heater would shut down a few times a night, and the fridge would sometimes go on “check”… at first we thought we were low on propane, but realized it was the altitude. Just saying so you are not taken by surprise if things go whonky…
Karen and Steve
(Our Blog) RVing: Small House… BIG Backyard
Karen and Steve,
Thanks for alerting me about propane issues in the mountains. I haven’t had anything like that happen yet.
So how many stars or “trees” would you give this park out of a perfect 5? See how I do it here: http://wp.me/p1Ggok-1F
It’s definitely a 5 star for me. Some people might give it a 4 because the electric sites are close together. Thanks for the link! Good luck!
There’s Spike pointing towards magnetic north again. And Bridget! Those expressions! A photogenic mug like that deserves an agent.
Doesn’t good food taste GREAT outdoors?!?!
Spike does often point the way for Bridget and me!
I wish Bridget would get over her shyness before the camera. However, she does give some funny faces trying to show her annoyance or trying to duck away. I wish I could catch the face she makes when I’m giving Spike too much attention . . . priceless!
That’s a picture I would LOVE to see! 🙂