I’m not sure what impulse drove me to stop on Thursday. I needed to get gas, that was definitely part of it. And I really wanted a shower. Mostly, though, I think I just saw the signs for Spring Creek Campground at exactly the right moments.
Whatever drove the impulse, it was a great one. Although I don’t think I’d like the campground as much when it’s crowded — the sites are really close together — it wasn’t crowded, so it was perfect. I could hear the river from inside the camper, and it was so still and peaceful at night that I didn’t bother closing the blinds or putting up the window covers. I just appreciated the darkness and the sounds of nature.
I feel like there’s so much more I want to say about it, but all my words feel like babble. If a picture is worth a thousand words, what are several pictures worth?
The front of the campsite. I was parked facing the water, which was the Boulder River.
The campsite viewed from a distance. A pond on one side, a river on the other. So peaceful!
Sunrise while I was walking Zelda.
Breakfast on the bench.
I love it when spur of the moment things turn so good.
Me, too! I was really ready for a place to sit and feel… well, like I wasn’t sitting in a parking lot! So I think I would have been tolerant of almost anywhere, but that river was really lovely.
Beautiful… another keeper for my travel file! I’m behind in reading — got caught up with life so was away from my computer.