As per usual, the campground was encased in chilly dense fog this morning. These conditions certainly put a damper on my get up and go. While the Rogue River Valley just 30 miles or so east of here is wilting in 100* temperatures, I’m thinking I’ll never get warm again. So, I decided to crank up the heat and just stay home today.
All of tonight’s photos are taken around my campsite.
There was a changing of the guard of sorts today as the two campsites next to me vacated. These were folks that were Harris Beach SP hosts that had completed their stints of volunteering here. I’m expecting that two more couples will roll in tomorrow.
Should be nice wild blackberry pickings in a couple of weeks.
The hosts that stay up where I’m quartered do site cleanups as campers come and go. As such, they get to keep any firewood that is left behind. Since they were moving on to other locations, I was the recipient of the firewood that they had collected and not used. It will come in handy as my daughter and the grandgirls visit in a couple of weeks.
Black-headed Grosbeak (female)
I’ve got quite the list of chores to accomplish when I go into town tomorrow. My good friend, Bugman Jack, is arriving in town on Thursday, and I want to be prepared for his visit. Long time readers know that Jack always takes me out to eat, so I’ve been asking around about the best food. I have to ask since I seldom go out to eat. It’s kind of boring to just sit there by yourself.
I figured I’d better find out about the best seafood place since we’re on the coast, and I’m thinking I may even pop for a classy steak and seafood place that has been in business since 1952. I, of course, never let Jack forget about the time he took me to a Waffle House.
Jack says he’s bringing me a surprise, and has some destinations in mind for day trips that we may do during the week he is in town. I’m planning a couple of surprises of my own. Of course, some of them involve getting a little help with a few things.
Charliedownunder always says hello and asks how Emma is doing, so here she is. I’d say she’s getting a little white around the edges, Charlie. Emma will be eight in October. She hasn’t lost much of her pep, but she does limp a bit occasionally when her rheumatism is bothering her. Doesn’t happen often, but when it does, we make quite a pair limping down the path.
I’m rather surprised she let me take these shots of her. She usually abhors it. When she isn’t chewing a stick outside, she’s on patrol for varmints. Mostly squirrels, but last night I’m afraid a very young cottontail came within her reach. Dang! It was over before I could do anything about it. Nature’s clean up crew took care of the remains.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy