We got there around 9am which was nice because it wasn't hot while we were setting up. We drove around the campsites looking for a site and it was pretty full... We ended up in the very 1st spot that you pass when driving in. It turned out to be an awesome spot. We spent A LOT of time people watching, there were sooo many people coming in and out so we have plenty to look at.
You can't really see the ranger shack but it's right behind where the chairs are (Right corner)
Home sweet home!
All day Saturday it was so HOT! I sat and was reading the whole time while Dennis observed the natives. We weren't alone the whole trip, we had many wild life friends. There were squirrels EVERYWHERE. They were staking us out just looking for something to drop on the ground or for us to gift them something. Dennis being Dennis was throwing bread and pancakes and anything else to them. They were his #1 fans that day. I personally wish they would have disappeared. they were kinda creepy how forward they were. I was waiting for a brave one to see something he wanted and go and grab it. Oh wait... that actually happened. A god damn squirrel went up on the table and stole 1/2 a loaf of bread. Right there in broad daylight, right there in front of our faces... Oh and there was a garden snake that the people next to us thought was a cobra. They started flipping out and grabbed the biggest piece of wood and attacked the poor thing. Dennis was tempted to go and pick it up and make it one with nature again but they were so drama about it that we just let them do their business while we laughed at them.
Later in the evening I was just over it, thank god they had showers... I don't know what I would have done if they didn't have showers... I probably would have headed home. They were a blessing after baking in the hot ass weather all day.
Sunday STARTED out a pleasant day, the ending NOT so pleasant. Dennis was in heaven since the plan for the day was to go fishing. He went online before we left and got fishing licences for us and everything... we drove down from the campsite to the lake to see where we could fish. We were informed that if you didn't have a boat (which we didn't) you would need to hike down to a place to fish. So Dennis and I went out on a scouting mission to see if there was an area close that would work for us to fish. We found what we thought was the perfect spot. We grabbed our fishing poles and chairs and set on on what would turn out to be the worst experience ever...
I know I'm dramatic but seriously it gets worse... Let me set the scene, we are in flip flops and shorts trying to "hike" down the mountain to the water. The "path" and I put it in quotes because it was little more then a 1ft wide strip of dirt that was steep as hell. Dennis lost his footing and flew up in the air and laded straight on his butt. I'm not joking his feet literally flew up to the level if his face and his body with all the force landed splat right on his butt. We would later find out that he broke his tail bone. Keep in mind that this was happening right in front of my face and in slow motion. I watched there as his head snapped back, which I swore hit the ground. He didn't move for a second which was the longest second of my life. He started laughing so I knew he was okay. Thank god he had his fishing backpack on, otherwise he would have hit his head. Instead of heading back at this point he decides he's okay to push forward. Knowing us what else would you expect. :)
Now we get to the steepest part of the journey. It's basically a rock in an "V" shape which we has to scoot down on our butts. This wasn't a sign for us to stop either. Seriously we were on a mission. After about 20 min in we reach lake level. It was SO flippen hot out that we could not wait to get into the water. Dennis slips off his sandals and takes 1 step into the water and sinks down all the way to his waist. He was stuck in the quicksand for a minute. We knew at this point that this excursion was not meant to happen. We just couldn't get up the energy to get back up the hill. We sat around for and hour or so getting up the motivation to get going... The funny thing is that it was easier to get up the hill then it was to get down.
I'm pretty sure that we sat in the car for 1/2 hr just sitting in the AC. We had just been through and ordeal. :)
One of his many Battle wounds
The rest of the day was spend like this:
KNOCKED OUT!
After we were rested and showered it was time for dinner and more relaxing. We were sitting there surrounded by out squirrel friends and Dennis tells me look and i turn and there is a deer not 5 feet from me. Of course my first instinct is to ask are they mean. lol Dennis just laughed at me while we watched this poor harmless deer wander around our campsite. I was DONE with the day at this point and ready to go to sleep. We decided that we were going to leave early in the am so we needed to pack up the site first. we rushed to get it done and were in bed by 9pm.
So our last brush with nature was at 5am in the dark after Dennis and I made a trip to the rest room. We keep hearing something but didn't know what it was. Dennis had the flashlight and was flashing it around when I got a glimpse of yellow eyes on the tree right if front of us. I grab the light from him and see a raccoon climbing down the tree. There wasn't a couple raccoons there were 6 of them. we kept flashing the light hoping that they would go away. They did but they didn't go far. They sat and watched us as we packed up the tent and said farewell to one of the most eventful camping trips we've ever had.
The trip home was a long one for Dennis, every bump hurt his booty. I felt terrible every time the car would hit a bump. Overall we had a good time. We enjoy each others company and that's all we need to have a good time!
