We didn't really have to pack much food. We've been buying meals from a friend who is an excellent cook. She puts up a menu each week and we order by Thursday and pick up Monday night. When we left Saturday morning, we just grabbed the meals that were left and ran.
Camping made easy.
I love watching the scenery change. My favorite part, though, is when the pine trees start lining the streets.
At first, we thought we'd stay at Sunrise Resorts at Clint's Wells. As we pulled in it was raining and it hailed. They were all full, so we went looking down Milk Ranch Point to see there was any good spot left in the woods or if the woods were too full of people.
It was Labor Day Weekend and, really, we didn't leave until Saturday afternoon, we didn't even expect to get my favorite spot, which overlooks the valley from the rim edge. But we did score a pretty good one by a beautiful meadow.
Someday, I want a home in the pines with a meadow. A meadow just like this one. You'll see why in a bit.
While Keith setup camp, I went on a nature walk.
There were lots of mushrooms {and you know how much I love mushrooms}
And trees with character
And little pretty flowers covered with little bugs
Make a wish!
Old wooden logs
And, the meadow to judge all other meadows by...
...which was surrounded by a wonderfully, dilapidated wood fence
In the middle of the meadow, you could see that there was something white. I had assumed it was mushrooms since there were so many in the woods. But, it was actually painted rocks that was a sign to low flying planes. You can see it on a satellite view of Milk Ranch Point, if you zoom in really close, which means that 747's can't see this either.
Sigh.
Bokeh love
Later in the afternoon, Keith got busy with the fire.
One of the logs we had gathered had moss growing on it.
We had a fire going for hours. I didn't do any knitting until Monday.
{I know, crazy right?}
Instead, we just sat around the fire on Saturday and enjoyed the fact that we could just sit there and watch. Fire is fascinating, even if you aren't a pyro. And, of the two of us, only one of us isn't.
It sprinkled a bit. So, we watched from inside the camper.
And, we watched some more.
We watched late into the night.
There is something wonderful about sitting out in the pines.
I finally had a chance to sit and read a book. I haven't done that in years.
Keith had gotten an advanced copy of the book version of the movie Home Run when he went to Summit, so I got to read what he got to see. I can't wait to see the movie myself.
I was wrapped up in a blanket, sitting near the best meadow in the world, reading a great story about redemption. What could be better?
That night, we roasted marshmallows.
Ahh, the trees - why don't these grow in the desert?
We stuck around until late Monday afternoon and then we packed up and went home.
And, you know, I was ready to go home.
It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.
~ Dave Barry
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