Sunday, May 18
The crew and I walk a short trail that leaves the single campsite area of Maple Grove Campground, curving around to end at the group site section.
Here’s how today’s post goes: The photo captions narrate our walk, while I ramble on about nothing in between photos. Works for me! Hope it works for you, too.
At the start of our walk, Spike leads the way.
If I don’t move this blog along, y’all are gonna’ be in June while I’m still putzing around in May. Here’s the problem . . . . When the crew and I land in a pretty camp, I go crazy taking photos and then I have to share them with you.
When the trail comes to a boardwalk, Bridget gets excited and hurries ahead of us.
Look at this place. Can you blame me?
Spike and I follow. “Slow down, Bridge. This isn’t a race!”
Everything is perfect here, except for One Thing.
I hate to bring it up, but I promised to write not only the good, but also the not-so-good stuff one encounters living life full-time on the road.
Remember I mentioned a family with a travel trailer moved into the site across the creek from us? Well, every day around 5 p.m. they fire up their very noisy generator, which would be okay I suppose. However, they leave the dadburn thing on ALL NIGHT LONG until 9 in the morning!
Really!
Okay, I’ll try not to get all grumpy on you. Here, look at the bridge. I’ll look, too, and try to calm down.
Show-off Bridget waits for us slow pokes.
Ahhhh . . . That’s better. Where was I?
Oh, yeah, the generator.
Rather than listen all night to the growling and grinding from the deepest bowels of hell, I shut the windows tight at 5 p.m. and the crew and I cower inside. Forget about enjoying the night song of birds . . . sheesh.
We enter the shady portion of the trail.
And forget about waking up to cheerful chirping in the tree branches outside my bedroom window at my normal waking time of 6:30 a.m. Oh no, it’s ggggrrrrrrrrrrr. . . . sonuva . . .
Okay, okay, time for another break.
Let’s look at Spike’s cute little behind for a while. And let’s also take a gander at Bridget’s . . . um, how shall I say? . . . Bridget’s voluptuous behind which is clearly visible over by that tree. Heck, that little girl’s behind is visible for MILES.
Spike looks down at the creek.
Anyway . . . . The family across the creek went somewhere this Sunday afternoon and, by golly Miss Molly, THEY HAVE NOT RETURNED! Do I miss them, you ask? Do I pine for their return?
Nooooooooo.
The crew and I can resume our habit of sitting outside in the early evening, listening to the birds chirp and the water cascade over rocks in the creek below our camp.
And tonight we get to sleep with the windows open!
Down the bank he goes.
In other news . . .
If those Generator People return, I’ll be danged if I’m gonna’ listen to their stupid generator. I’ll hitch up this sweet little plastic home so damn fast it’ll make their heads spin and the crew and I’ll roll ourselves out of here where we can have some peace and quiet, IF YOU DON’T MIND. . . .
Oh, sorry about that. Let me try again.
“It’s okay. Enjoy your soak. We’ll wait for you.”
In other news . . .
You know how the crew and I have been riding around seven states in the West for the past two-going-on-three years with that awful looking spare tire cover? The one that says CASITA 1-800-442-9986 in a font about a foot high?
I don’t know what this is but it looks fresh and green enough to put in a salad.
Well, pretty soon I’ll be kissing that ugly baby goodbye.
You see, my dear blogorinos, Salina is a very nice town. One reason I classify it as “nice” is the UPS Customer Center that sits nicely on one of its streets. Why is that notable? A UPS “hub,” which it is fondly called, is the only facility from which I can receive packages.
A humongous campsite . . . The space between the sagebrush and the fence is greater than this photo suggests.
Yay! I can shop!
I placed an order with Amazon for a new spare tire cover in Arctic White (no more Desert Dirt-Beige) among other things that I’ll tell you about some other time.
By the way, the photo above and below show only part of the big campsite I’ve talked about in the comments section.
The campsite from the other side of the fence. The site extends this way, double the distance.
How ’bout that comments section, eh?
Y’all need to get out more. Seriously.
This pleasant, shady site is on the other side of the creek. (Sorry,Bridge, about that unnecessary remark earlier. You have a cute hiney.)
Oh, of course, I’m kidding.
I love hearing from you . . . the regulars and the new readers and the folks who’ve been lurking around. You know, all you have to do is comment one time and you’re a “regular,” too!
(To open up comments, click on the title of the post at the top.)
“You know what I think, Spike? I think RVSue needs to sit in the grass more.”
“Yeah, Bridge. Or maybe go soak in the creek. Heh-heh.”
That’s all, folks!
Be sure to return to find out what happens when the Generator People return.
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Google Chromecast HDMI Streaming Media Player
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Enviro Pro 1006 Deer Scram Repellent Granular White Pail, 6 Pounds
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