Succor Creek was a beautiful place to wake up. I took a walk with Zelda on Saturday morning, down this road, and the scenery on all sides was incredibly beautiful. Even the herds of small children roaming the hills couldn’t make the campground feel crowded. But we had miles to go and prepaid reservations at our next campground, so we packed up and headed out.
Ironically — or, as my son might remind me, in just a not-very-funny coincidence — after all my worries about driving on the dirt roads, I managed to crunch poor Serenity after we got back on the road. At a gas station, alas. And I managed to break the kind of streak that everyone should wish for: thirty-five years of never having to call an insurance company because of something I’d done. Dang.
But it was what it was. The van was still drivable and no one was hurt so after spending some time chatting with my truly delightful Progressive customer service person (sympathetic! helpful! organized!), we got back on the road.
Fortunately, our destination was exactly the kind of place you want to end up at when you’re feeling stressed and frustrated with yourself: Crystal Crane Hot Springs Campground. The campground itself was not beautiful: dry grass, rocky gravel sites, no trees or separation between sites, port-a-potty type toilets right across from our own site…
But do you see that hint of water behind Serenity in the above picture? The hot springs was basically a pond, and the water was amazing. S and I swam once in the afternoon, then as soon as it started to get dark we went back again.
Drifting in the hot water in the cool night air while the stars came out was… spectacular. It was a moment where I was intensely glad to be where I was, to be alive, to be experiencing life. Bats swooped overhead, which doesn’t sound like it should be cool, but really was, and planes left contrails in the sky until it got so dark that you couldn’t see them. It was surreally beautiful.
Unlike Succor Creek, though, which felt like a place where it would have been nice to stay forever, I was definitely ready to move on Sunday morning. The springs were great, but the campground was hot and dry and sort of bleak and there’s only so much soaking in hot water one can do. Plus, we were headed back to Bend and both S and I were looking forward to all the fun we were going to have there. Well, the fun and the good things to eat!
I’ve hit one of those bollards? stanchions? those concrete posts that guard the pump at gas stations. I couldn’t see it! Even after I hit it I didn’t know what I hit. looked all around, had to get out of my car to see what I’d hit, dang it! That was 25 years ago, definitely had better eyesight, reflexes, better everything! It confounded me. Alas, shit happens.
Wow! That pic of Succor Creek, the long winding gravel road, as soon as I saw it songs started popping into my head, Nick Lowe’s True Love Travels On A Gravel Road and then the next time I looked at it the Beatles song The Long And Winding Road popped in my head. Some pictures are just evocative for me that way, and that is one of them, what a fantastic picture!
Then the dogs! They look so tuckered, but totally content and happy too, so cute, so sweet and adorable.
Star gazing at night in a hot spring, oh my, bliss!
Unfortunately, for the first time ever the mist rising off the spring did not load, just a tiny pic icon to let me know it should have been there. I’ll open it again tomorrow, maybe I lost wifi for that moment.
It loaded! Ooh! The steam rising and wafting over the water, nice…….you lead the best life.
And finally just a couple of Fen paragraphs, Please.
Succor Creek was really beautiful, so many lovely pictures of it. The problem with the gif is that the file is big, it takes a lot of memory so is slow to load, but I really liked it. There’s another one coming up soon that I had to play with for a bit to be able to post, because it was such a big file, but it’s really cute. (I’m scheduling posts. And you’ll see when my schedule catches up to real time, because I’ll post a couple Fen paragraphs — although that means that I should probably write them, yes? I’ve not gotten back into the flow, but fingers crossed, today will be the day.)