Thursday, May 30
Directly behind our campsite at Sunglow Campground in central Utah, a tiny stream flows through a wash.
For several mornings Bridget, Spike and I let the stream direct our walk. It’s a wonderful way to start a day!
Funny. I remember playing along the stream near our house as a young girl. Here I am, more than fifty years later . . . playing along a stream. Simple pleasures never grow old.
At first Bridget tries to stay out of the water, jumping over the stream instead of walking through it. Soon she discovers the water is fun and refreshing! Atta girl, Bridget!
We detour from the stream to once again make our way up to the high, magical place. Never in my life did I imagine I’d ever be somewhere like this.
On the way back to the stream we meet a young woman walking with her daughter and two sons. Spike immediately checks out their white German Shepherd and asserts his authority by raising his fur. Ooh, scary Spike.
An agreement is reached between the white, sticks-and-bricks dog and the not-so-white vagabond dog.
Nothing like a little lovin’ to turn a guy sweet and mellow!
Back at the stream Bridget, Spike, and I resume our walk downstream.
We come to a pool where Spike decides it’s time for another soak. That cool mud must feel good on the belly. Bridget’s concentration is on wading which enables me to take this photo of both of them from my seat on a nearby rock.
Gee, the crew and I will soon reach the forest service’s 14-day limit at Sunglow Campground and we’ll have to leave.
Spike will have to give up soaks several times each day, unless I can find another camp by water. That would be nice.
Sunglow is a good camp in a great location. If we come this way again, we’ll camp here.
Spike would happily volunteer to be Sunglow’s camp host!