Friday, March 13
Campers pulled in late yesterday. More arrive all through this day.
Las Vegas Bay Campground on Lake Mead, which the crew and I have enjoyed for several days, has become a jungle of Class As, Class Bs, Class Cs, fifth wheels, travel trailers, conversion vans, stealth cargo trailers, car campers, and who knows what all. A couple of tents go up near our site. Young people build a campfire and laugh into the night. They have six kayaks on a trailer.
Not only is the campground turning into a small city, we are in a heat wave. Gee, if tomorrow weren’t Saturday and the beginning of spring break, I’d move out of here.
Saturday, March 14
It is hot, hot, hot! Looking on the bright side, this crowded campground is excellent training for Reggie. He passes several tests. He walks well on-leash. Well, he pulls on the leash. That’s okay.
I love his youthful enthusiasm.
He greets strange dogs with curiosity and friendliness. Well, he’s not so nice to big dogs. He stands on his back legs and goes “gruff-gruff.” That’s okay. He’s little and he’s a dog. A cute dog. He gets to go “gruff-gruff.”
He barks when people walk by our campsite.
I say, “No, Reggie, no. No barking.” And he stops!
Because of the heat I have no ambition to do anything. I read in the shade most of the day.
Bridget, Reggie and I sleep under an open window. Less than thirty feet away is a generator running from 7 p.m. to 10:15 p.m. Those poor people in tents. At least we have a little more insulation from the sound.
When the man turns off the generator, I shout, “Thank you, Jesus!”
Sunday, March 15
“Reggie, today you will see how we break camp.”
Before leaving the campground, I pull over to the trash bins, then park at the spigot to fill the fresh water tank, and lastly dump the waste tanks. As I drive toward the exit of Lake Mead National Recreation Area, I’m thankful for another great camp.
Now where the heck are we going?
Believe it or not, I don’t make a decision until I come to the fork in the road. You see, by coming to Las Vegas, I put us in a tight situation.
We’re in a populated area. It’s hot and getting hotter. It’s spring break. We are surrounded by desert for many miles. There are mountains but they aren’t the kind of mountains one goes camping on. Bare rock mountains.
I have to get away from where people go on spring break. Some place cooler and not requiring a long drive.
After stocking up on groceries and gassing up the Perfect Tow Vehicle in Las Vegas, we ride Interstate 15 north to Route 93. In a couple of hours I’m choosing our campsite.
And here it is!
I set up camp, eat lunch, and Bridget, Reggie, and I explore the shoreline. We walk a third of the way around the lake and back. The pups eat supper and crash on the bed.
More about our new camp in the next post!
NOTE: For an excellent, detailed description and review of this campground, go to wheeling it blog.
ANOTHER NOTE: I made it all the way through this post without a cute dog photo. I bet you thought I couldn’t do it!
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