Friday, June 10
The Best Little Trailer finds a home next to a creek in Colorado!
Williams Creek, Bridge Campground, 19 miles north of Pagosa Springs
Upon entering Bridge Campground, I stop the Perfect Tow Vehicle at the kiosk to read notices on the bulletin board. Of, course, I’m interested in learning the fee for camping: $20 regular/$10 with the Senior Pass discount.
I survey our surroundings and am delighted by what I see!
View of the mountains and the main road as seen from the campground entrance
“Gosh, this doesn’t even look like a campground,” I remark to Bridget and Reggie who are anxious to arrive at their new home. “All this beautiful space . . . . “
Later I read that Bridge Campground is eight-tenths of a mile long.
It contains nineteen campsites which are first come-first serve. The length of the campground allows each site to be right next to Williams Creek.
The road takes us to the first group of campsites.
The first site is occupied. Two women and two men are visible near their fifth-wheel. They’re laughing loudly as one of the men play-fights with a teenage boy.
Although the next site is quite nice, I pass it up to avoid having neighbors. Another site on a short spur is occupied.
We continue on the dirt road.
It takes us away from the first group of sites to another area of campsites. We pass a trash bin, a pit toilet building, and a drinking water spigot.
The road curves toward the river again.
The first site is occupied by a van, the kind with a top area the goes up. Looking ahead, around the curve, I see a very large fifth wheel sits in the last site. Three sites between them are vacant. I stop at the middle one.
“I like this one! Okay, crew. Let’s check it out!”
The crew scrambles into the passenger seat.
I go around and place a wiggly Bridget on the ground. She’s off to explore. Quickly I attach the tether to Reggie’s camo suit and lift his squirmy body to the ground and he joins Bridget in an intense, zigzagging sniff-around.
I evaluate the site.
Picnic table, kinda’ beat up but that doesn’t matter . . . a fire ring . . . a shady place to sit under that tree . Site is nearly level, no problem there . . .plenty of sun for the solar panel . . . oh, and the creek, what a pretty creek!
The camp host pulls up in a golf cart.
A fair-haired fellow who I learn is from Wisconsin steps out of the cart and offers a friendly greeting. He gives me information about the area. I ask about camping further up the road.
The campground at Williams Lake is full and the sites next to water at the other campgrounds are taken by this time on a Friday.
I don’t feel like leaving this place anyway.
I want us to camp at Bridge Campground. After all, it’s Bridget’s special place!
We discuss the best way to position the Best Little Trailer. He suggests I pull forward so that the BLT will receive shade and the PTV will be in the sun.
I pay $20 for Friday and Saturday nights.
After some back-and-forth, I find the spot with that mix of sun and afternoon shade suggested by the camp host.
Great!
The BLT nestled between trees (photo taken the next morning)
After a late lunch, the crew and I walk around our campground loop, followed by playtime with Reggie and relaxation under our shade tree . . . .
It’s time for the crew’s nap.
Bridget, Reggie, and I head toward the door of the BLT.
“AACCCKKK! SNAKE!”
I jump back and automatically reel in Reggie on his tether.
A brown, skinny snake about three feet long, maybe a little less than that, makes its way from under the PTV and disappears into the brush on its way to the river. Bridget and Reggie stand next to me. They stare at the snake and don’t move.
Whew! It’s harmless . . . even so, I don’t like being close to these bushes. In the morning, I’ll move the BLT out into the open . . . .
Saturday, June 11
Bridget, Reggie and I set out early on our morning walk. Long shadows reach across the road. The fresh, cool morning and blue sky promise another beautiful day.
The road gradually rises above the creek.
I’m enchanted by this scene of morning glow. Fingers of shadow reach across the green; light shimmers on the creek.
The jaunty pace of Bridget and Reggie tells me they’re both having a great time this morning.
We return to our camp and I move the BLT.
Now she’s in a clear spot, away from the bushes (also shown in the first photo of this post).
Mid-morning, as I sit at my laptop table in the BLT . . . .
A herd of cows moves across the hillside in a chorus of moos.
I rush to the doorway with my camera.
I zoom in and take the photo above. Then I see . . .
Cowboys! I love cowboys and their horses!
In the second before I take the photo, the cows move out of the frame. No matter. I caught the cowboys!
The older of the two cowboys hollers “Cow boss! Hey! Cow boss!”
In the afternoon the crew and I board the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
We drive up a ridge in search of a boondock.
In the next post I’ll show you what we find!
rvsue
NOTE: Tomorrow, June 19th, is Father’s Day. I wish all fathers (biological and assumed) a wonderful day! I remember my own father with gratitude. He was my best friend.
BTW, the President will be in Yosemite National Park on Father’s Day. Visitors are urged to enter the park early on Sunday, preferably before 8 a.m.
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