Took Highway 203 to Monroe and Highway 2 to Lake Wenatchee State Park. Scenic drive and no traffic. Good traveling during the week. No troubles. Stopped in Index to let dogs stretch and take water. Young unshaven guy in store told me sandwiches were 3 or 4 days old. I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or maybe he was bored and playing a game with me; Will the hungry old man still buy overpriced old sandwich? He had a wry smile on when he delivered the information, like take it or leave it buddy. I made my own fresh chicken and tomato sandwich from RV fridge contents and ate chased with a Red Hook in the park in front of big sign that said: NO ALCOHOL IN PARK. My thought was...Well good thing I have this RV to have beer since there was no beer in the park. Fridge working well. Left propane on while traveling. Asked some experienced campers for advice on this. All polled travel gas on. Found way to North Campground site #178. Got camp set up with cousin Jim watching over me, an experienced camper himself. Retired from Coast Guard. He recommended this campground. Jim & Kristin in travel trailer with family and friends in tent on site #172. The North grounds are on two loops. Easy to maneuver for a novice like me. The place is beautiful gorgeous and open with feeling of space and privacy. Wow, this is real living in Northwest Forest experience. Everything perfecto!
Walked with leashed dogs on down trail to Lake Wenatchee, just five minutes to a nearly pristine Cascade lake panorama.
I walked out into the clear water, bottom mix of sand, clay, and gravel.
JP did his thing where he paws at the water and digs furiously. Very entertaining and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he trying to dig out an imaginary rodent? Why does he do this everytime he sees water. Could be a mud puddle, a river, a lake. He’s learned to swim but kinda precarious. Sometimes his head will go under so I keep a leash on him.
JP has seizures and I need to watch for that. Does GG understand what her brother is up to? She acts so non-chalant about it. Not the least interest in finding the invisible whatever.
A new feeling just overcame: hey! I can really do this Nomad thing; the reward is perfect serenity. Recharging creativity inspired by natures creativity is goal. Beauty so compelling here, cannot be truly experienced without complete immersion (though RV enabled). ...so many layers of shit to sort through when immersed in culture. You know, right and wrong. good or bad.
Social grace-thoughts versus camping thoughts could be explored here a bit more.
Hypothesis: If I continue this camping by logical extension I may very well become a hermit. Grow a gray pointed wizard beard, wear raggy layers of clashing plaids, prefer company of twittering birds and chipmunks instead of twittering meanish gossip twits trying to upstage or win popular credits. Survival in nature requires some realistic evaluation. On the other hand, survival in urban America requires some delusional self-perception.
Are hungry bears watching me walk through these berry bushes?
...Are hungry hackers phishing for information to steal my name?
...I’m so cool with these unstereotypical tattoos and jewelry. Nobody can label me because I’m a unique person consuming quirky brand names.
...my awards, my furniture, my car, my address: Oh my look at me.
Social symbols of association are often used to manipulate and control circumstance for personal benefit. You may be doing this and not even realize it; living so fast in the city there's is the illusion there’s no time for reflection. Ok, so I got heavy. I’m sure that will happen again. So blogs. Isn't that a milk bath for the self-absorbed? I ask myself why I'm doing this. The truth is my memory is so bad I want to have a record for my later years. Could be a bit of self-absorbancy too. 😀
How about this new scientific variation: If a fart occured in the forest and nobody laughed, was there really a fart?
Tell me why we need mosquitos? I guess frogs and fish like them.
I took a big dump and showered at the facility which is a pleasant walk about 1000 feet from campsite. The shower was clean and tiled. Little bugs were doodling about, but it was cool. 3 minutes for .50 was great. I needed more time but could do it in 3 next time. Very hot water. Loving to feel the clean. Nobody around to peek at my sagging ass. Think I'll cop a shave.
Dogs are staked out and relaxed and we’re listening to Jethro Tull. Finishing second pot of coffee.
It's going to be a great wonder filled day.
Saturday heading for La Conner.
Walked with leashed dogs on down trail to Lake Wenatchee, just five minutes to a nearly pristine Cascade lake panorama.
I walked out into the clear water, bottom mix of sand, clay, and gravel.
JP did his thing where he paws at the water and digs furiously. Very entertaining and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he trying to dig out an imaginary rodent? Why does he do this everytime he sees water. Could be a mud puddle, a river, a lake. He’s learned to swim but kinda precarious. Sometimes his head will go under so I keep a leash on him.
JP has seizures and I need to watch for that. Does GG understand what her brother is up to? She acts so non-chalant about it. Not the least interest in finding the invisible whatever.
A new feeling just overcame: hey! I can really do this Nomad thing; the reward is perfect serenity. Recharging creativity inspired by natures creativity is goal. Beauty so compelling here, cannot be truly experienced without complete immersion (though RV enabled). ...so many layers of shit to sort through when immersed in culture. You know, right and wrong. good or bad.
Social grace-thoughts versus camping thoughts could be explored here a bit more.
Hypothesis: If I continue this camping by logical extension I may very well become a hermit. Grow a gray pointed wizard beard, wear raggy layers of clashing plaids, prefer company of twittering birds and chipmunks instead of twittering meanish gossip twits trying to upstage or win popular credits. Survival in nature requires some realistic evaluation. On the other hand, survival in urban America requires some delusional self-perception.
Are hungry bears watching me walk through these berry bushes?
...Are hungry hackers phishing for information to steal my name?
...I’m so cool with these unstereotypical tattoos and jewelry. Nobody can label me because I’m a unique person consuming quirky brand names.
...my awards, my furniture, my car, my address: Oh my look at me.
Social symbols of association are often used to manipulate and control circumstance for personal benefit. You may be doing this and not even realize it; living so fast in the city there's is the illusion there’s no time for reflection. Ok, so I got heavy. I’m sure that will happen again. So blogs. Isn't that a milk bath for the self-absorbed? I ask myself why I'm doing this. The truth is my memory is so bad I want to have a record for my later years. Could be a bit of self-absorbancy too. 😀
How about this new scientific variation: If a fart occured in the forest and nobody laughed, was there really a fart?
Tell me why we need mosquitos? I guess frogs and fish like them.
I took a big dump and showered at the facility which is a pleasant walk about 1000 feet from campsite. The shower was clean and tiled. Little bugs were doodling about, but it was cool. 3 minutes for .50 was great. I needed more time but could do it in 3 next time. Very hot water. Loving to feel the clean. Nobody around to peek at my sagging ass. Think I'll cop a shave.
Dogs are staked out and relaxed and we’re listening to Jethro Tull. Finishing second pot of coffee.
It's going to be a great wonder filled day.
Saturday heading for La Conner.
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