Woke up this morning to the sun sneaking through the gaps around the edges of the window blinds. Pow! Good morning (smiley face goes here). It's like a puppy trying to wake you up in the morning by playing licky face.
We're still in the Teddy Roosevelt National Park (southern area). It has a 20 miles or so loop road around the park which we took yesterday...twice, once one way then once the other way. Things often look different when viewed from a different perspective. This is a beautiful park, but the wildlife is the big attention getter. I've never seen so many buffalo (okay, okay, bison) roaming free as I have seen here. There may be more at Custer State Park in South Dakota, but I been there several times and haven't seen this many before. Then there are the white tail and mule deer and, holy cow!, the biggest prairie dog town I've seen and with the biggest fattest prairie dogs. They look more like groundhogs they are so fat. Guess they're about ready for winter.
On our second go round, it was dark by the time we got back. So, it was dusk for a portion of the trip and the critters were out in force. We even saw a herd of feral horses that thrive here. It was getting pretty dark by now and as we were putting along about 20 mph, we picked out a dark form in the middle of the road. As is came into view in the headlights, we could see it was a big old (I mean old) buffalo bull strolling right in the middle of our lane. When I got too close, he grudgingly yielded the road and headed for the shoulder. It was then we noted he was limping. His right rear leg was in some kind of trouble. Joyce made a comment about him gripping about having to leave the smooth road and walk in the rough roadside...with him bum leg.
As we approached the end of the loop the speed limit went from 25 mph to 35 mph, so I picked it up a bit. Mistake. Buffalo are very difficult to see in the dark and before I knew it, I was in the middle of a herd of 'em. No, I didn't hit any, but they did surprize us.
Joyce and I both have a boat load of photos that I haven't yet downloaded from the cameras. I'll try to do that and maybe make a special post of park photos IF we have decent Internet service next stop.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Boom Town
Interesting day today. After seeing the monster coal drag lines and Mr. Peabody's coal trains hauling coal to wherever, we left the coal mining country and headed up to Minot and on to Stanley, ND. This is the location of the Bakken shale oil fields. A Cedarcreek friend has a friend who worked up here for a few years and the stories he carried back piqued our curiosity. But, first, on the way there, we drove passed a large wind turbine farm with scores of huge wind turbines churning out electrical power. A day or so ago, we passed a large group of buildings with their roofs covered with solar panels. Last night we camped near a hydro-electric power dam. And, now we were heading into the oil boom town of Stanley. The range of different kinds of power sources in such a relatively small geographical area was impressive.
Actually, Stanley did not appear too much the wear for being the center of a boom. I saw no saloons with girls dancing on the balconies, no bath houses offering a clean shave and a bath. There was no shootouts in the street (at least while we were there). Instead, we found a city park with some kids celebrating a birthday with a couple of little furry pups running around loose. So, we stopped there for lunch and a rest.
We continued our tour of Stanley and as we became more sensitive to the sights that implied "boom" we began to see a larger affect on the community than first realized. Especially, since the boom is on its way to bust now. There were several multiple apartment dwellings under construction and several obviously on hold as the economy slows. There were other things that showed, as well, that a boom had occurred, like five sets of siding rails, an over abundance of building material retailers, a seeming lack of churches in the numbers one typically encounters in a community this size.
Then there was the fringes of town. It was here that the oil industry was still at work. There were many oil pumps tilting slowly up and down with several large collecting tanks nearby. Big pumps new pumps, not little old rusty ones like we commonly see in Oklahoma, for example. Then there were the huge water trucks parked all around that carried water to the fields for fracking of the shale. And, maybe that's the sign the boom is slowing. The pumps were pumping and trucks were parked which meant the shale had already been fracked and the major employment processes were slowing down. All that seemed to be left was the sparkling new pumps merrily humping away unattended. Oh well, easy come easy go.
We headed on back down to Lake Sakakawea for the night. We're now camped at a large but empty COE campground on the upper end of the lake. Most campsites are out in the open, as is the one we're in, but this time of the year the sun is welcome as temps are running a bit cooler than summer time. And, out in the open is good for satellite TV reception, too. So, I'm listening to the incessant news coverage of the Pope's visit.
Tomorrow we head for Teddy Roosevelt National Park.
Actually, Stanley did not appear too much the wear for being the center of a boom. I saw no saloons with girls dancing on the balconies, no bath houses offering a clean shave and a bath. There was no shootouts in the street (at least while we were there). Instead, we found a city park with some kids celebrating a birthday with a couple of little furry pups running around loose. So, we stopped there for lunch and a rest.
We continued our tour of Stanley and as we became more sensitive to the sights that implied "boom" we began to see a larger affect on the community than first realized. Especially, since the boom is on its way to bust now. There were several multiple apartment dwellings under construction and several obviously on hold as the economy slows. There were other things that showed, as well, that a boom had occurred, like five sets of siding rails, an over abundance of building material retailers, a seeming lack of churches in the numbers one typically encounters in a community this size.
Then there was the fringes of town. It was here that the oil industry was still at work. There were many oil pumps tilting slowly up and down with several large collecting tanks nearby. Big pumps new pumps, not little old rusty ones like we commonly see in Oklahoma, for example. Then there were the huge water trucks parked all around that carried water to the fields for fracking of the shale. And, maybe that's the sign the boom is slowing. The pumps were pumping and trucks were parked which meant the shale had already been fracked and the major employment processes were slowing down. All that seemed to be left was the sparkling new pumps merrily humping away unattended. Oh well, easy come easy go.
We headed on back down to Lake Sakakawea for the night. We're now camped at a large but empty COE campground on the upper end of the lake. Most campsites are out in the open, as is the one we're in, but this time of the year the sun is welcome as temps are running a bit cooler than summer time. And, out in the open is good for satellite TV reception, too. So, I'm listening to the incessant news coverage of the Pope's visit.
Tomorrow we head for Teddy Roosevelt National Park.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The Hurrieder I Go, The Behinder I Get
Yeh, well, so I'm behind with my blog. What's new?
Okay, let's see, we landed in a little public park called Josie Creek Park near Tony, WI. If you don't know where Tony is, it's just up the road from Ladysmith on US Hwy 8. Got it?
We arrived just about dark. It was a bone fide fish camp with about 12 RV sites and maybe that many more tent sites. You cross Josie Creek on a little one-lane steel bridge to get into the park. A lane looped around down toward the boat ramp (that's a "must" for a fish camp, ya know) and circled back up to the bridge. It was a full campground...except for the last one on the loop. So, we nabbed the last one on the loop - J12, it was. But, as I stopped in the lane and prepared to back into the spot, a woman and grown teenager came walking up alongside. I rolled down the window and the woman said, "I can move if you want me to." It turned out, she had the next site (J11, I guess) occupied with her car while she was visiting J10. So, there were actually two open sites. But, I liked J12 so I told her not to worry and we got situated in J12. Then bang!, it was dark. Ditto and I took a walk around the loop where other campers had roaring campfires going. Some were busy drinking beer and telling about the fish that got away that day while others just stared at the flames. I heard a guitar in one camp, but never saw the guitarist.
The next morning I took Ditto for a walk again while Joyce made breakfast. In the daylight, I could see the trash dumpster across from us a ways. There was a white 5 gallon plastic bucket sitting beside the dumpster. It had written "Gus" on the side with black felt tip. It was then I was certain it was a fish camp. Someone couldn't spell "Guts" and where else would you have a bucket for guts...or even gus?
Working our way across Wisconsin, we made it to Mille Lacs Lake in Minnesota. It was my intention to stay at a Passport America park there, but I noticed a military campground just a little further down the road at Ft. Ripley. Ft Ripley is a Minnesota National Guard training camp. The campground was called De Parque Woods (what else?) and was located right on the west bank of the Mississippi River. Actually, the Mississippi was bigger here than I would have guessed seeing as how the headwaters is not too far from here.
Moving on, we hit the road the next morning (Monday morning, 9/21). We traveled Minnesota back roads and finally crossed into North Dakota at Fargo. We went a little further in and made camp a Eggert's Landing on Lake Ashtabula. We had been here before. Back in 2010 in Old Pumpkin. It has been raining cats and dogs when we got there after dark. We grabbed a spot and hunkered down while Old Pumpkin leaked like a sieve. This time, we arrived in the day and found the park almost empty...and dry. Well, it did rain some last night, but not like it did in 2010.
These photos are of the same site, five years apart. The park this time, though, was deserted. The camp host was pulling out as we checked in.
So, we were the only campers in the park. Only us and a young twenty year old summer job park ranger who took a liking to Joyce the second night. Oh, did I mention we stayed there two nights? It was so peaceful and quiet and we had been hitting it hard since leaving New York. So, we spent two nights there.
This catches me up to today...I think. Anyway, we left Eggert's Landing this morning about 11 am. I dumped the waste tanks and topped off the fresh water and we headed out.
The town nearest Eggert's Landing is Valley City. We drove through it going in to the campground and had to drive back through it to get back to the Interstate. We had noted an interesting railroad bridge the first time, so Joyce took a couple of shots of it this morning.
We fueled up in Valley City and headed west. About halfway along the way we managed to get right in the middle of a five truck convoy loaded with big "effing" tanks.
I pulled in behind the third truck back as they were pulling out of a gas station. They were slow getting started so I passed the first one in front of me, but then they all got up speed and we wound up stuck behind the second one. Oh well, they were doing the speed limit and it was interesting watching the oncoming cars and trucks try to dodge the huge extra wide tanks when they met.
The trucks turned off just before we got to Underwood which is near the COE campground where we are tonight. Then we noticed the large fields of coal beds on our right. It turns out Underwood is the location of one of the largest strip coal mining operation in the US, Fallkirk Coal Company. Google them for some interesting info.
So, here we are at Downstream COE campground on Sakakawea Lake in North Dakota. We're about to bed down after a feed. Tomorrow we're off to Minot and Stanley to take a look at the Bakken Shale oil "fields". Being a "boom town" area, we don't want to stay there, just pass through and see if it's as bad as we've been led to believe. We'll take a look then head back down to Parshall Bay on the upper end of Lake Sakakawea for tomorrow night.
Okay, let's see, we landed in a little public park called Josie Creek Park near Tony, WI. If you don't know where Tony is, it's just up the road from Ladysmith on US Hwy 8. Got it?
We arrived just about dark. It was a bone fide fish camp with about 12 RV sites and maybe that many more tent sites. You cross Josie Creek on a little one-lane steel bridge to get into the park. A lane looped around down toward the boat ramp (that's a "must" for a fish camp, ya know) and circled back up to the bridge. It was a full campground...except for the last one on the loop. So, we nabbed the last one on the loop - J12, it was. But, as I stopped in the lane and prepared to back into the spot, a woman and grown teenager came walking up alongside. I rolled down the window and the woman said, "I can move if you want me to." It turned out, she had the next site (J11, I guess) occupied with her car while she was visiting J10. So, there were actually two open sites. But, I liked J12 so I told her not to worry and we got situated in J12. Then bang!, it was dark. Ditto and I took a walk around the loop where other campers had roaring campfires going. Some were busy drinking beer and telling about the fish that got away that day while others just stared at the flames. I heard a guitar in one camp, but never saw the guitarist.
The next morning I took Ditto for a walk again while Joyce made breakfast. In the daylight, I could see the trash dumpster across from us a ways. There was a white 5 gallon plastic bucket sitting beside the dumpster. It had written "Gus" on the side with black felt tip. It was then I was certain it was a fish camp. Someone couldn't spell "Guts" and where else would you have a bucket for guts...or even gus?
Working our way across Wisconsin, we made it to Mille Lacs Lake in Minnesota. It was my intention to stay at a Passport America park there, but I noticed a military campground just a little further down the road at Ft. Ripley. Ft Ripley is a Minnesota National Guard training camp. The campground was called De Parque Woods (what else?) and was located right on the west bank of the Mississippi River. Actually, the Mississippi was bigger here than I would have guessed seeing as how the headwaters is not too far from here.
This catches me up to today...I think. Anyway, we left Eggert's Landing this morning about 11 am. I dumped the waste tanks and topped off the fresh water and we headed out.
The town nearest Eggert's Landing is Valley City. We drove through it going in to the campground and had to drive back through it to get back to the Interstate. We had noted an interesting railroad bridge the first time, so Joyce took a couple of shots of it this morning.
The trucks turned off just before we got to Underwood which is near the COE campground where we are tonight. Then we noticed the large fields of coal beds on our right. It turns out Underwood is the location of one of the largest strip coal mining operation in the US, Fallkirk Coal Company. Google them for some interesting info.
So, here we are at Downstream COE campground on Sakakawea Lake in North Dakota. We're about to bed down after a feed. Tomorrow we're off to Minot and Stanley to take a look at the Bakken Shale oil "fields". Being a "boom town" area, we don't want to stay there, just pass through and see if it's as bad as we've been led to believe. We'll take a look then head back down to Parshall Bay on the upper end of Lake Sakakawea for tomorrow night.
Friday, September 18, 2015
UP
Tonight we're in the Michigan U.P. (upper peninsula for those who thought, "Where?"). But, first, today we started out from Campers Cove about 11 am, our usual morning start goal. Initially, I thought we would just continue up the lake shore to the Mackinac Bridge. But, Joyce happened to note there were several ski resorts over on the western shore. Now where we were, a ski resort would not be a likely encounter. It's flat. Very flat here on the eastern shore. Piquing our curiosity, we decided to cut across to the western shore to see what gives. Sure enough, there were "mountains" there. Skiers could probably get up to maybe 15 mph before the slope ended. Anyway, we were not particularly impressed except with the scenery...and the smooth riding highways. Well, they were smooth for a few feet between cracks and potholes.
We hit the Mackinac Bridge about 1 am. With the sun high above, it would have been a beautiful sight except is was drizzling rain or more like driving through a gray cloud. But, it was still a beautiful sight. Joyce got some photos, but they're on her camera...up on the dash...and I'm sitting on the rear seat. Sooo...
We stopped for a quick lunch at a scenic view pullout then headed on down US Hwy 2. We had visited the U.P. in 2010 in old Pumpkin so we don't plan on staying long here this time. So, we stayed on Hwy 2 down to near Escanaba where we veered off a short distance to a quiet little campground named Vagabond Resort on Little Bay de Noc on Lake Michigan. It's not fancy, but I like it here. I might stay...well, maybe not. I've still got to see Rosie and PJ.
We're sitting here watching Rachael Maddow right now. It's the first campsite I've been able to use my "Tailgater" Dish antenna. When the tree count is down or there's a good sized hole located in the right place, I can get Dish TV just like at home. Sometimes you just get tired off campfires, wine and a lawnchair. Yeah, right.
Tomorrow night we'll be somewhere in Wisconsin. I'll be more specific when I know where.
We hit the Mackinac Bridge about 1 am. With the sun high above, it would have been a beautiful sight except is was drizzling rain or more like driving through a gray cloud. But, it was still a beautiful sight. Joyce got some photos, but they're on her camera...up on the dash...and I'm sitting on the rear seat. Sooo...
We stopped for a quick lunch at a scenic view pullout then headed on down US Hwy 2. We had visited the U.P. in 2010 in old Pumpkin so we don't plan on staying long here this time. So, we stayed on Hwy 2 down to near Escanaba where we veered off a short distance to a quiet little campground named Vagabond Resort on Little Bay de Noc on Lake Michigan. It's not fancy, but I like it here. I might stay...well, maybe not. I've still got to see Rosie and PJ.
We're sitting here watching Rachael Maddow right now. It's the first campsite I've been able to use my "Tailgater" Dish antenna. When the tree count is down or there's a good sized hole located in the right place, I can get Dish TV just like at home. Sometimes you just get tired off campfires, wine and a lawnchair. Yeah, right.
Tomorrow night we'll be somewhere in Wisconsin. I'll be more specific when I know where.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Great Lake! Huron, that is.
The lake was a bit far to walk to and there were too many trees to see it from Lakeport State Park where we spent the night, so we had to be happy to just know it was there. But, today was different. We made our way up the western shore of Lake Huron on Hwy 25, glimpsing the beauty of the lake as we passed openings between the homes and resorts stretching along the shore. However, it became obvious we needed to move along, so we cut over to I-75 on Hwy 46 halfway up the "thumb". When we hit Bay City, we headed back to the lake shore and traveled up on Hwy 23 toward Alpena. Again, homes and resorts stretching all along between the highway and the shore. But, most were classy places, not the typical run-down vacation homes and cabins. There seemed to be some competition in naming each home. Names like "R Place" and "P, B & J". I wish I could remember more, but I am old, you know. There were lot's of good names though. And the beach itself. We didn't actually walk on the beach, but it was a white clean looking sand without the heavy beat of constant waves rolling in. Not that I don't like the ocean surf, but the lack of a heavy surf makes for a different experience. Plus, you don't come out of the water all salty.
Those of you who enjoy going to the beach (and you know who you are), you might want to consider the western shore of Lake Huron for a change. It's not summer weather here now, but mid-July ought to be fantastic here.
Speaking of the weather, we've been very lucky. Today was in the mid-eighties and nights have been cool, but still warmer than the norm for this part of the country. Looks like we might may continue to luck out on our trip to Idaho. The 10-day looks good from here to Montana. Some rain - maybe, but chilly weather is holding back, so far.
We're staying at another Passport America tonight just inland from Alpena. As is our norm, we've been making this trip without making reservations. It's not been a problem so far. But, we almost had a problem here at Campers Cove. Here it is, September 17th and this place is having a Halloween celebration of some sort the next three weekends. We're nearly a month and a half from Halloween. What the heck?!! The campground was packed and nearly full already on Thursday. It must get crazy tomorrow night. I almost wish we could stay to see what the big deal is. But, we will head on across the Mackinac Bridge tomorrow and try to keep heading west. Besides, I don't think they would have an open spot for us tomorrow.
Those of you who enjoy going to the beach (and you know who you are), you might want to consider the western shore of Lake Huron for a change. It's not summer weather here now, but mid-July ought to be fantastic here.
Speaking of the weather, we've been very lucky. Today was in the mid-eighties and nights have been cool, but still warmer than the norm for this part of the country. Looks like we might may continue to luck out on our trip to Idaho. The 10-day looks good from here to Montana. Some rain - maybe, but chilly weather is holding back, so far.
We're staying at another Passport America tonight just inland from Alpena. As is our norm, we've been making this trip without making reservations. It's not been a problem so far. But, we almost had a problem here at Campers Cove. Here it is, September 17th and this place is having a Halloween celebration of some sort the next three weekends. We're nearly a month and a half from Halloween. What the heck?!! The campground was packed and nearly full already on Thursday. It must get crazy tomorrow night. I almost wish we could stay to see what the big deal is. But, we will head on across the Mackinac Bridge tomorrow and try to keep heading west. Besides, I don't think they would have an open spot for us tomorrow.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Holy Toledo!
Okay, I'm behind a day. Yesterday we meandered about Western Pennsylvania and Eastern Ohio. We meandered because I depended on the GPS again. Boy, that thing hasn't a clue where I want to go, but she sure knows where she wants to go. I finally told it to go ahead and use main highways which put us on I-76 close to the end of the day. We settled at a Passport America campground (P,A. is half price) called Rustic Lakes. It was off I-76 a ways out in the middle of Amish country just north of Sullivan if you're counting.
We arrived after office hours and a sign on the door said to check in with "Sue" at the 1st trailer inside the gate. I walked over and had to walk around the trailer as the front of it faced away from the road. The front had a wooden deck about 8' x 12' with a board fence enclosing it - not a railing, but a fence. Shortly I knew why. A noisy black dog a little larger than Ditto came storming out of the open front door just raising hell. Right behind the dog came Sue just raising hell, too. I don't recall the dog's name, but it didn't mind Sue. It kept raising hell. Sue yelled above the din that she would meet me at the office. As I walked back past the end of the deck the dog stuck its head through an opening in the fence, still raising hell. So, I smacked it on the snout. It kept raising hell. Oh, well, I tried.
The campground had a nice little lake about 5 acres in size with a lot of Canada geese so I did not have to worry about picking up Ditto's poop. It catered to mostly seasonal to full-time campers with about a dozen open sites for short-timers like us. They had a nice pool, two shuffleboard courts, three horseshoe pits, a basketball court, volleyball/badminton court and, of course, a fishing lake. It is off season, so there were only a few campers occupied. In fact, I wasn't sure anyone else was there but us and Sue until this morning when some campers strayed out. But, I suspect the campground is a busy place in mid July.
We took a dump (dumped our waste tanks) and filled up with fresh water this morning and headed for Toledo about 80 miles away. This time I set the GPS to use highways so it wouldn't take us so long to get up north. Our goal was a campground about halfway between Ann Arbor and Saginaw. It's difficult to get there without going straight through Toledo, which we did. It wasn't bad since it was midday. We stopped at a rest stop just north of Toledo for lunch and I studied the maps. Our goal was a bit further than I wanted to drive. So, I opted for Lakeport State Park right on Lake Huron shore just above Sarnia. To get there, I had to go right through downtown Detroit on I-75 and I-94. It lured us in. Traffic wasn't too bad...then there was this construction.
We survived. My shoulders and neck muscles were a little drawn, but there is always wine.
Tomorrow we'll continue up the Lake Huron shoreline on Hwy 25, around the "thumb" to Saginaw. Depending on the time and my state when we get there, we'll either look for a campsite nearby or cross the Mackinac Bridge and camp in the UP somewhere. Anyone have a coin?
We arrived after office hours and a sign on the door said to check in with "Sue" at the 1st trailer inside the gate. I walked over and had to walk around the trailer as the front of it faced away from the road. The front had a wooden deck about 8' x 12' with a board fence enclosing it - not a railing, but a fence. Shortly I knew why. A noisy black dog a little larger than Ditto came storming out of the open front door just raising hell. Right behind the dog came Sue just raising hell, too. I don't recall the dog's name, but it didn't mind Sue. It kept raising hell. Sue yelled above the din that she would meet me at the office. As I walked back past the end of the deck the dog stuck its head through an opening in the fence, still raising hell. So, I smacked it on the snout. It kept raising hell. Oh, well, I tried.
The campground had a nice little lake about 5 acres in size with a lot of Canada geese so I did not have to worry about picking up Ditto's poop. It catered to mostly seasonal to full-time campers with about a dozen open sites for short-timers like us. They had a nice pool, two shuffleboard courts, three horseshoe pits, a basketball court, volleyball/badminton court and, of course, a fishing lake. It is off season, so there were only a few campers occupied. In fact, I wasn't sure anyone else was there but us and Sue until this morning when some campers strayed out. But, I suspect the campground is a busy place in mid July.
We took a dump (dumped our waste tanks) and filled up with fresh water this morning and headed for Toledo about 80 miles away. This time I set the GPS to use highways so it wouldn't take us so long to get up north. Our goal was a campground about halfway between Ann Arbor and Saginaw. It's difficult to get there without going straight through Toledo, which we did. It wasn't bad since it was midday. We stopped at a rest stop just north of Toledo for lunch and I studied the maps. Our goal was a bit further than I wanted to drive. So, I opted for Lakeport State Park right on Lake Huron shore just above Sarnia. To get there, I had to go right through downtown Detroit on I-75 and I-94. It lured us in. Traffic wasn't too bad...then there was this construction.
We survived. My shoulders and neck muscles were a little drawn, but there is always wine.
Tomorrow we'll continue up the Lake Huron shoreline on Hwy 25, around the "thumb" to Saginaw. Depending on the time and my state when we get there, we'll either look for a campsite nearby or cross the Mackinac Bridge and camp in the UP somewhere. Anyone have a coin?
Monday, September 14, 2015
Buckaloons again!
We left Watkins Glen pretty close to 11 am. Of course, I made a wrong turn the first chance I had. The GPS bitched at me for several miles until I finally got back to a reasonable path to Saegertown, PA. Saegertown was my goal. Once there I planned to do a campground search around the area. We took SH 414 from Watkins Glenn (once the GPS whipped me back on course), caught SH 417 at Gang Mills just southwest of Corning. Speaking of Corning, Corning Glass must own 50% of the town and 80% of the real estate there. Anyway, we stopped at a big K Mart store in Wellsville, NY. The intent was just to eat, but my meds said it was also time for a nap...early, but still time. So, an hour later, I woke up and noticed a Little Caesar's nearby (actually, in the K Mart store). That sounded good and Joyce liked the idea of not having to fix lunch. One large pepperoni later and we continued our way along Hwy 417.
I checked the GPS and it reported 7:15 pm as our arrival time in Saegertown. Neither of us was very interested in traveling that late and since Buckaloons National campground was along the way we decided, "Why not?" We like Buckaloons and there is sure to be an open campsite. There was.
So, supper is done - it was a cold cereal night. The bed is whining something about being lonesome. It's early, going on 9 pm, But, who can deny a poor bed and its calling?
I checked the GPS and it reported 7:15 pm as our arrival time in Saegertown. Neither of us was very interested in traveling that late and since Buckaloons National campground was along the way we decided, "Why not?" We like Buckaloons and there is sure to be an open campsite. There was.
So, supper is done - it was a cold cereal night. The bed is whining something about being lonesome. It's early, going on 9 pm, But, who can deny a poor bed and its calling?
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