Wednesday, April 19
“Goodbye, Overton! Have a good one!”
Gee, it’s great to be on the road to a new camp!
We head northwest on Route 169.
At Logandale I pull over at the park to give Reggie a walk-about on the grass. Back on the road, we continue to Interstate 15 south. We go to the next exit at Glendale. There we take Route 168 northwest through Moapa Valley Indian Reservation.
We don’t see another person or vehicle all the way to the north end of the Arrow Canyon Mountain Range to Starvation Flat. We turn due north on Route 93 at Coyote Springs.
Return to Pahranagat!
Pahranagat National Wildlife Refuge, south of Alamo, Nevada
Although we arrive early — it’s only 10:30 on a Wednesday — most of the campsites are occupied. Only a few very short sites are open and we fit into one of them!
It’s a site at the lake edge.
Lovely in every way except I have to drive in nose first in order for the Best Little Trailer’s door to face the picnic table and away from another campsite.
This is okay. I won’t unhitch and when someone leaves, we’ll move.
A big attraction at this camp is the wildlife.
Well, besides it being free camping.
This Great Blue Heron was at the lake when we camped at the wildlife refuge in March 2015. I’m pleased to see him again!
The lake is bright blue and calm today.
Out in the middle of the lake a colony of seagulls has gathered. Their laughing calls contrast with the silence of our former mesa camp. A pair of Canada Geese swim by, one parent at the lead is followed by five tiny goslings in an evenly spaced, straight line. The other parent brings up the rear of the silent parade.
Reggie is super excited with this new camp!
He pesters me for three walks along the lake. At camp I change his tether to different locations because he’s pulling to explore. It makes me happy to see him happy.
For supper I make myself a turkey burger.
I never eat red meat. Well, I do if I’m a guest and that’s what is on the menu. The only thing I miss are hamburgers. Years ago I tried Jenni-O turkey burgers.
I hated them.
I bought a box of them again, the hamburger urge being so strong. This time I take one of the frozen patties and drop it into a saute pan of hot olive oil. I cook the living daylights out of that patty on high heat until both sides are black.
In fact, at one point the pan bursts into flame! I take it outside and let it burn itself out.
Julie Child I’m not.
With lettuce, tomato, onion, and that charred patty in a bun —
Mmm . . . tastes like a burger right off the grill.
After supper, while out walking, we meet our neighbor.
He’s a full-timer, tanned and talkative. Reggie back-hoes in frustration because we’re standing around gabbing. When an opening appears, I casually ask the man how long he’s staying.
(I’ve got my eye on his campsite, the best one at the lake!).
“I’ll be leaving in the morning,” he replies.
NOTE: If the photos in this post look familiar, that’s because they are. My laptop died along with the Picasa editing program, so I used pics from 2015. Details are in my update at bottom of comments of previous post. — Sue
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