Tomorrow I will load up early and hit the road for Santa Fe to get a rear brake job done on my motorhome at Hal Burns. I never planned to stay at Lone Rock more than a couple days, but the place kind of grew on me and it was hard to leave.
Located about 10 miles north of Page, Arizona, just over the state line in Utah, Lone Rock is part of the National Park Service, specifically the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, and allows beachfront camping along the shore of Lake Powell. Choosing not to camp by the shore, I had a very quiet, peaceful spot a couple hundred yards back from the water. All primitive campsites, there is a dump station here with a water spigot for potable water, but NO WAY to attach a hose, in other words, they don’t want you filling up your fresh water tank.
This moonrise my first night here, caught me off guard and I almost missed it, just an awesome sight to witness.
A couple of the sunrises were quite spectacular. All those silouettes against the water are the campers down by the water’s edge.
With a fairly good Verizon signal here, I was able to get caught up on my old blog posts and did my annual RV cleanup, discarding stuff I haven’t used in the past year, sort of an autumn “Spring Cleaning”. At $7/ night with the senior pass, the price was right also.
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Three weeks in, here at South Beach campground, and there finally is a little color at sunset and no fog to hide it!
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Next morning, the full moon, absorbing some of the colors of the rising sun, sinks slowly into the fog bank far out to sea.
Jenny and Sam do their morning campsite inspection, checking for rabbits and other nightly intruders.
As I have my morning coffee, I get to watch the early morning beach walkers, as well as eagles flying overhead.
Yes, I am really having difficulty pulling up stakes and leaving the South Beach Campground. Admittedly, this place is not exactly the finest of facilities, we are crammed in here like sardines in a can, there is no dump station, no drinking water available anywhere in the campground, not even a sink in the restrooms where you might be able to get some potable water. And, as usual, there are more than enough uncaring idiots camping and carousing here, perhaps even more than the normal one in ten that you usually encounter in public campgrounds. So, yes, there is a lot of noise and commotion by day, barking dogs, screaming kids ( though that hasn’t been as bad as I feared, the dogs are another story ), motorcycles roaring through, sad, droopy drawered morons, with their deep bass speakers blasting rancid rap music for all of us to “enjoy”, inconsiderate idiots starting up their generators at 6:30 in the morning, other early risers noisily splitting firework 5 feet from their wish-they-were-sleeping neighbors, and the fire nuts, keeping smoky fires going with driftwood they haul up from the beach ( even though there is very obvious signage stating that it is illegal to do so ) despite the fact that their fire ring is only inches away from where their neighbors are trying to sleep. This place does seem like the lawless, wild west at times.
I can tolerate these things, one, because I am an early riser, always up by 5:30 AM so the rude early rising folks out making sleep impossible for their neighbors, don’t get to actually bother me. And, secondly, so as not to have to fight the night time noise, I have adjusted my bedtime hour so I stay up watching TV until 11:00 PM or later. By then, when I lay my head on my pillow under the open bedroom window, all I hear is the sound of crashing waves lulling me to sleep. The pounding surf pretty much cancels out all the other nightly noises that might disturb sleep and I get a great 6 1/2 hours of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep, waking to the same soothing sounds of the waves on the beach.
Having only some berry bushes and then the beach on my curb side, along with my gorgeous ocean view, means that when I have to, I can close up the windows and blinds on my street side, and at least pretend that I have some campsite privacy here. And I do have to rationalize that if all the negative aspects of this place did not exist, then there would probably never be an empty spot to squeeze into here, since then, this place would be all but pure paradise.
So, I kind of plan on leaving Tuesday morning, to continue exploring the coast north of Seattle, with a trip inland a bit to check out the area around Mount Baker. But who knows, I still may change my mind and stay here in this little bit of imperfect paradise.
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After a decent nights sleep under a bright full moon, while I was out walking the dogs early this morning, I couldn’t help but notice that the same full moon had not yet set.
The sun was just about to appear over the mountains to the east and here was the moon just thinking about setting over the mountains to the west.
While waiting until 10 to call in and find out when I could get the motorhome in for service, I decided to drive west on Route 168 up into the mountains and check out Lake Sabrina. It is a long steady climb upwards toward 9000’ elevation and there are several campgrounds along the way, almost all of them closed at present.
The lake itself looks like it is hurting from the drought, but maybe it is kept intentionally low at this time of the year, although it doesn’t appear there is all that much snow left up in the mountain peaks to fill the lake, who knows?
I took the dogs for a walk along the dam and they scared up this yellow bellied marmot along the way.
On the way back down, I took the road out to South Lake but was turned back very close to the end by a little too much ice on the road. The scenery along the road was well worth making the trip, even without making it to the lake.
I called in to the garage and was told to show up tomorrow at 10 AM, so I figured today was the day to drive up and see the bristlecone pines off Route 168 east. This is a very serious climb to over 10,000’ elevation along a pretty good paved road winding all the way. Unfortunately, the road was gated shut two miles short of the first Bristlecone grove with a sign inviting hikers to proceed on foot. At 10,000’, on a bright sunny day with no shade anywhere to leave the dogs in the car, I was forced to turn back. I’m not sure how well I would have fared anyhow on an uphill 2 mile climb at 10,000 feet, I remember suffering oxygen deprivation at the top of Pike’s Peak several years ago and wouldn’t want a repeat of that experience. Sure would have been nice of the government officials who gated the road to have put up a sign 18 miles back at the bottom of the route!
Since this was the first day since I have been here with an overcast sky, I drove into the refuge looking to perhaps get some snow geese shots without having to battle bright light on the white birds. Strange to go past the alfalfa fields where there were 6000 or more geese each of the last several days and not see even one single snow goose out there.
Turns out they all were hanging out around the “Flight Deck” grazing in the shallow water there.
I assume this relocation must have something to do with the change in weather, but who knows.
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