Thursday, April 16 (continued)
In the last episode of RVSue and her canine crew, Bridget, Reggie, and I settle into a campsite along the reservoir. This is a Nevada state campground ($12 Nevada residents/$14 non-residents.)
The steps from our site reveal how high the water level once was.
The information at this website states RV length is limited to 30 feet. I assume that’s for the main campground on the east side of the reservoir (that we found closed for repair). The campgrounds on the west side of the reservoir consist of a road parallel to the shore and RVs of any size can park in the sites.
Bridget and Reggie hop around, excited to be out of the Perfect Tow Vehicle and at our new home.
“Okay, how ’bout we take a walk down to the boat ramp . . . . “
The grey butte contrasts with the snow-covered Ruby Mountains
This day which began with leaving our camp on the other side of the Ruby Mountains is delightfully fresh, warm and calm.
Another view of the Ruby Mountains from South Fork Rec Area, looking due east
No one is near the boat ramp area.
The ramp is above the water line (as shown in a previous photo).
Reggie is on his leash, of course. I let Bridget follow along at her own pace.
Bridget walks through the double “handicapped” site.
A few people fish from boats. Others fish from the shore in front of their campsite.
A big rig with slides for the man who sits with a fishing rod
People catch rainbow and brown trout here, as well as bass.
A fisherman cleans and filets his catch at the water’s edge.
He has a couple, good-sized trout for dinner!
The crew and I return to our campsite.
I hook Reggie to his new 20-foot tether line.
It allows him to go from the shelter to the edge of the embankment, but no further. He sets to work sniffing the perimeter of our camp.
Bridget loses interest in participating in a sniff-patrol. She takes a seat in the doggie bed by the picnic table. Together we watch the birds. Several black American Coots float and dive. Hmm . . . I wonder what kind of ducks those are . . . .
I can’t see them well from this distance.
I zoom my camera lens on one of them.
Here’s a photo of the reservoir along with a cute scene-stealer.
I take care of a few more tasks to set up camp and realize I’m hungry.
Gee, it’s two o’clock and I haven’t eaten since coffee and toast at dawn!
I bring out the fixings for a salad, including a bowl of water to wash the vegetables. I make the salad, topping it with slices of hard-boiled egg and shredded sharp cheddar.
It’s such a beautiful day!
After lunch I’ll bring out the lounger and take more photos of the birds. We’ll loll away the afternoon. I’ll read my Paperwhite. I’m glad we didn’t stay at that rodent-infested campground . . . .
Two Canada geese honk as they fly by.
I stab my fork into the salad and lift it to my open mouth.
“Wha?” OH NOOO! Not a generator! Damn!
I look to my left and watch as our neighbor steps inside his trailer, shutting the door behind him. Sure. Go watch tv. Grumble-grumble.
I eat my salad.
Unable to stand it anymore, I take the crew inside the Best Little Trailer. I close all the windows and the ceiling vent, too. It’s kind of warm and stuffy, but we’ll be okay.
“C’mon, punkins. Let’s take a nap.”
About an hour after we wake up, the generator noise stops and we go outside and enjoy the rest of the day.
View from the other side of the campground
Friday, April 17
After the usual morning routine with Bridget and Reggie, I sit down at the computer at the table by the back window. I want to read and reply to emails, skim over the news, check Amazon, respond to blog comments, and make a new post. Gosh, it’s good to have internet again!
Reggie will not leave me alone!
“Reggie! You’ve had your breakfast and a long walk. I’ve played with you. That’s enough. I have things to DO, honey!”
He persists. Positioned on the bed beside me, he grabs my shirt in his jaws and yanks, emitting a few whiny growls.
I can’t put up with this.
“Okay, power ranger. You’re going outside.”
Banished from the BLT!
I return to the desk and try to accomplish those computer tasks.
Of course, I feel guilty and often peek out the side window.
He sees me looking out the window at him.
“Bridget, go out there and keep him company.” She gives me her you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look.
After a while, I can’t stand it any more and step outside.
“Okay. You win. Exile’s over.” I unhook Reggie from the tether and put him on the leash. “We’ll go for another walk.”
A jubilant puppy pulls me into the campground road, and away we go with Bridget trotting behind.
Later, as soon as I finish blogging, I break camp!
We make it to the gas station without running out of gas. I fuel up, drive us through Elko without stopping, and board Interstate 80 to Wells, Nevada. We go north on Route 93 in search of the next place to call “home.”
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