After the disappointment of having our coastal meander put off for now, we settled on a spot closer to home, Willow Creek Campground just south of Adin, California. While it isn’t a destination campground, it’s a pretty little place with just 8 sites. It’s also close to Highway 139, but thankfully it’s not traveled much during the night time hours. It’s a two lane road with no shoulders; a few turnouts like this one where we stopped to get a photo, but they are few and far between.
It’s definitely not a big creek.
There was only one other camper here when we pulled in about 3:00 p.m., and it never did fill up. It seemed to be more of a stopover for the night more than anything else.
This little sojourn is more of an opportunity to relax and rest up after our three week push to get the house sparkling and emptied of all personal items. I think we are doing a bang-up job of that! Walks, reading, and naps are on tap for the duration. The boys check their p-mail at least three times a day, and are thrilled with it all.
Our view from the back of the van.
Willow Creek is tiny, but has at least one bull frog in residence. Love that booming sound; it reminds me of growing up in Happy Valley where my brothers decided to raise bullfrogs in one of our ponds. Butch and Lee built a wooden fence all around the smaller of the two ponds to keep those frogs in place only to discover bullfrogs can actually climb a wooden fence and escape! And they did.
This is almost a perfect heart when I first spot it, but by the time I run and get the camera out, it begins to break up.
The Chiweenie Brothers do not like being cold, especially Fries (AKA Bitty Boy — in case I forget and call him by his other handle). At 5000 feet mornings are a bit nippy, and the little guy wants sun and a blanket. Fries stays in his bed much of the morning. My Charlie just curls up and waits for another walk.
I’ve enjoyed this little respite, but we will head home tomorrow. Time to begin hauling needed items back into the house. Needed. That’s the operative word here. Things must have a specific purpose or value or they will stay in the garage. Nothing is coming back into the house without a need for it. As much of a pain as it was to move all that stuff out, it will be out of the way and, I believe, much easier to deal with on a box-by-box basis and not have it all underfoot and stacked here, there, and everywhere while going through it all. I was just kidding myself about how much I had done in the downsizing department! Wow — I would never have believed it. This will actually be the better way to deal with it all, and I will be reminded every time I try to get my car out of the garage, that something must done and I better hop to it.
Thanks for stopping by 2 Dogs. Hugs, Shawna