Wind through my hair changes my attitude!
The crew and I step out of the Casita around 6 p.m. Oh boy, this is nice! Sprinkles pat my face and a cool wind is blowing. I see dark skies to the south and west. Most of the campers have left. Suddenly I feel a boost to my spirits. Bridget and Spike seem invigorated, too.
Spikey leads the way!
He takes us across the land between our Loop A over to Loop B, the dry camping area. I hadn’t realized it was so close because we didn’t go down that way due to many campers with dogs that made Spike bark. One can see the expanse down to the lake and over to the mesa (I think that’s what it is!) through breaks in the trees, which, by the way, look like real trees to this Easterner.
The crew finds many interesting smells along the way.
We walk past the playground and notice there’s a Coke machine at the shower and restroom building. We spot a couple setting up. They have a small, white and black dog. I call over, “Is that a rat terrier?” The lady calls back, “No, it’s supposed to be a chihuahua, according to the breeder, but we don’t think so. She’s too big.” We both agree our dogs are lovable, no matter what they are.
Bridget is the leader on the way home!
She does a pretty good job. Being worn out from walking gives one focus to find the shortest way home. They both hop into the Casita, lap up some water, and jump up on the bed to find the comfiest spot for their next nap.
We are going to stay here through Labor Day weekend.
I'm not sure it's the flowers that Spikey is smelling!
Oh no. I can hear you groaning all the way from Florida to British Columbia! (That’s my little blog’s range, last time I checked.) I’m sorry to disappoint those of you looking for new adventures in new places. That WILL happen.
I’ve had time to think.
I want to stop and smell the yellow flowers.
I don’t want to be caught in a Labor Day mess. The longer I stay here the more I see. There’s a sign that reads, “Shoreline Trail — 2 miles.” In a day or two, we might walk that trail. People-watch the Labor Day vacationers. Explore the area. Whatever. It takes time to really experience a place. This camp can become a full, lasting memory rather than a quickly fading recollection based on a bad impression brought on by August heat.
Here’s some photos from earlier in the day.
Of course, I’m including a picture of pink flowers on a cactus . . . the one shown on every blog about travel in the Southwest!
Such a welcome surprise of vivid color in this desert landscape.
Can someone identify this rugged tree for us? It stands next to the Rocky Point Campground road.
I’m feeling much better!
Lunch is red beans and rice . . . Tex Mex style! And I’ve got some leftovers for tomorrow. Dinner is chicken breast, potatoes, and salad with mandarin oranges. Not bad for the middle of nowhere!
rvsue
Now that I’m on Mountain time my blog entries are late for those of you on Eastern time. I try to post earlier in the day, but lately it’s taking me a long time to finish a post. I lose connection while trying to transfer photos.
rvsue and her canine crew 