Tuesday, September 22
Our campsite is outside the campground “proper.” The crew and I find that the campground is located only a short distance up the road.
One of our favorite walks is through an empty campground.
The water spigots have a note tacked on them “Don’t drink. Not tested recently.”
There is no evidence that fees are collected to camp here — no iron ranger, no camp host site. Obviously none are being collected this last part of September.
Reggie is in fine form. He jumps up on the benches like any kid would do and walks up and down.
“Stop, Reggie. Let me take your picture!”
I rake the long grass to get the sticks and small trash out. This makes a luxuriant bed for the crew. I set up a dishpan of hot water and do some dishes.
Of course, I always find time to relax in my lounger reading my Paperwhite. I finish the 18th volume of the Lord Ramage novels by Dudley Pope. I enjoyed them very much and I’m starting the Hornblower series next!
Bridget, Reggie and I ride into town. We have everything we need at camp except the drinking water supply will run out soon. Maybe we can find a water spigot in the town of Junction.
Having recently read eighteen books of naval history, I almost shout orders, as I toss the crew into the Perfect Tow Vehicle, “Beat to quarters, crew! Let fall the main and mizen topsails! Two points to larboard! Man the carronades!” Or something like that.
Yay, trash bins!
Okay. You may think it silly to get excited at the discovery of “trash disposal units.”
The Tushar Mountains are a patchwork of autumn color! The crew and I take a drive to Circleville, which is only a few miles from Junction. It’s another small town anchored by a little grocery store and a cafe.
A couple miles beyond Circleville we turn onto Birch Creek Road.
It’s a narrow dirt road that goes up into the forest. At the end is a picnic area. We don’t go that far. My interest is in photographing Circleville Mountain.
You probably think I doctored this next photo to make it colorful. Not so!
This is for real!
NOTE: Again we’re sitting in the PTV while I put this post together. Bridget is asleep and Reggie is about to go nuts if I don’t take him for a walk soon. He’s been pestering me all the while I tried to write. Hence, the post may be full of errors. In the interest of making the guy happy, I won’t proofread.
I can read your comments at our latest camp. It’s difficult to respond and impossible to blog there. You know how to carry on without me!
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