L-R: Maggie, me, Lucie, at Big Bend
We had a pair of bright orange and black orioles
plucking bugs off the hill behind our campsite; (hopefully spiders), a couple
rabbits, and a very diligent hummingbird.
The hummer first came to check out the red crossbeams of my canoe rack. Then Jean strung a red, white, and blue
star-studded bunting under the picnic table canopy, and the hummer returned and
seemed to check every red star in its 10-ft. length. She then ran two strings of red, white, and
blue lighted stars, and the third day the poor frustrated bird returned to
check out each red star. Unfortunately
for its poor body and soul, in all that clutter of red, not a single blossom or
hummingbird feeder.
It was too windy for a campfire, but I got charcoals
burning in the grill so the girls could do s’mores after dinner.
I was able to be of service during the day today. The couple in the site next to us found
themselves in a bad way. John is 84, and
they still have a huge fifth-wheel camper that is a bit more than they can
handle. He made a bad turn and either
pulled a muscle in his back, or as he surmised from the noise he heard, perhaps
injured a rib. The one thing he knew for
certain was he was in a lot of pain and having trouble walking or moving. They were supposed to be at the campground
another five days, but decided they needed to get home. I got his trailer on his truck and put away
the chocks, hoses, power cord, and accessories.
I offered, and came as close as I could, to insisting on driving them
and the rig home, since they live only an hour and a half away. He wouldn’t hear of it, and assistance is
only of value as long as it’s accepted.
He said the truck was comfortable enough, and that as soon as he got
behind the wheel, he’d be fine. His
wife’s concern was getting him home in time to get him to a doctor. Once he was all loaded, off they went out the
drive.
I thought the horrid weather forecast for the weekend
would keep people away. I’m sure it did
to a degree, but here they came nonetheless with screaming kids and loud stereo
systems. Whatever happened to the idea
of getting away from everything? Now
they just come and bring everything with them.
The sound of slamming doors was continuous. Quiet time supposedly starts at l0p.m. Most of the din was contained by eleven,
which is better than some I’ve encountered.
I guess I finally drifted off to the sound of the wind in the
cottonwoods at about midnight.
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