Yesterday, it was business as usual. A number of left over from home things to take care of in the AM. I managed to attend a yoga class in the lodge at 10:00. Different from the yoga I do at home, I enjoyed it very much.
Later, in the afternoon, we decided to head to town, do a little grocery shopping and join the clammers at low tide. We didn’t make it out of the park. The Bronco battery showed a caution light, not charging. We returned and read for the afternoon.
The park is beautiful and I remembered that on our visit in 2011, I saw many black squirrels. We didn’t spot one. Where did they go? I went back and looked at my previous blog. I recognized photos from a camera not nearly as good as the one I have now. That the squirrels were very interesting and I’m still fighting an injured shoulder. And, a big black crow just walked on our roof. THE OLD BLOG:
I looked them up in wikipedia and found they have an interesting background that you can read about at this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_squirrel
A woods loving plant prolific here. I’m bothered by how few plants I can remember names for. There was a time when I made it a point to know the names of everything that grew within my sight. I was heavily into gardening in another life.
For what reason the park managers cut this mature fir is anybody’s guess. It shows no signs of rot or damage. Fir trees predominate and they are beautiful at this time of year with light green tips on darker old growth.
The next three days we’ll be boondocking and I’ll miss this pretty park and a friendly bird that walks on our roof every morning.
But most of all I’ll miss my daily swim. The pool is wonderful therapy for my injured shoulder. But, the magic of RVing is looking to what’s next? What will I see? Who will I meet?