Two Days by the Bluff

It is *always* worth it once you get out in the woods. All the bins, boxes, grocery shopping, and mildewed towels.


A little trouble sleeping the first night: the (very loud) Barred Owl Smackdown in the valley was followed by a Giant Squirrel Fight directly overhead, then a thunderstorm which led to Carol's loud and extensive use of packing tape in the next tent. *Then* the raccoon attack on the pots and pans. But we slept really well the second night! In spite of a second thunderstorm.


I did get up and run through all the wet spiderwebs festooning the trail. I loved it. Downhill more than up. These handy shoe-drying logs were a gift from the campers next to us who wanted to trade them for some butter. When we had none to give, they left the logs anyway.


My best friend Carol and her wacky five-year old David were our camping companions. These chips were brought as David's "breakfast dessert." A new, somewhat intriguing concept for the girls.


Although Daisy doesn't buy into all of David's nonsense. Just the good parts.


Locust blossoms dropping into the transparent creek. We felt like we had wandered into a rural Japanese paradise.