I’m not going to describe the trip from Lingle, Wyoming to Hot Springs, South Dakota.
Let it suffice for me to say we saw a lot of grass today. The fields of grass were so large that the cattle in them were little black dots. The highway seemed to stretch forever.
We’re parked in a campground called Cottonwood Spring.
This is odd because there are no cottonwood trees, just big pine trees. It’s a Corps of Engineers campground with restrooms, a water spigot, and trash receptacle. The nightly fee is $7.00 or $3.50 with the Senior Pass. The campground was designed with little imagination. It’s basically a loop with playground equipment in the middle.
You get what you pay for.
And one thing I apparently didn’t pay for was shade. It’s been a brutally sunny day and very hot, whether sitting under the lone pine tree by our site or lying in front of the fan in the Best Little Trailer.
Larry the Camp Host is very hospitable and helpful.
Larry has a wife named Virginia whom I haven’t met. She’s smart and stays inside her air-conditioned fifth wheel. They’re waiting for the closing on their house not far from here, and then they leave for California. They have a camp hosting gig around Sonoma somewhere.
I asked Larry if there’s any water around here.
“There’s a small lake on the other side of that hill. If you go down there, watch out for rattlesnakes. There doesn’t seem to be any up here, but we’ve killed two so far over by the lake.” Okay, that does it for the lake . . . . Thanks for the heads up, Lare.
Tomorrow I’ll look for another camp.
I’ll post a slideshow before I melt into my laptop. It’s even too hot for Spikey to find some trouble to get into. Now that’s hot.[slideshow]