Our second time in this area but this time, we elected to go into the fee area near the lake. So far, I'm loving this. There are bath rooms in good condition, water access and views of the lush green river area in the otherwise stark desert. I can see signs of Burrows and last night enjoyed the song of the cayotes. The only difference so far is we are missing the eclectic group of people we met here the first time around. Gone is Bobby, king of the Lakota and Tilly. Gary thinks he saw Al's rig, he had a heart attack the last time we were here, the care the volunteers took to save his life and make sure his belonging were cared for while he was in the hospital was above and beyond what you might expect of a good friend, let alone a total stranger.
The area was full last time we were here, not so this year and many of the spaces are a winter retreat (for 2weeks) for our neighbors to the north. One thing I have learned is that if you want to find a nice place to camp, that is less expensive, follow the Canadians. Today was a day to relax with a short hike, tomorrow a longer hike to see if any one we know has returned and to explore the Libary (no Liberian on duty to check the spelling) and perhaps a kayak. The lake leads to a series of channels that eventually enter the Colorado River. As I post this blog, I can hear the coots along the bank just below of site and last night I noticed herons flying over looking for a palm tree to roost in for the night and then a morning hunt for the perfect fishing hole.
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