July 14-16th, 2019, Early Sunday morning after breakfast for the Boys and a shower for me, we drive toward Morphy Lake State Park. No camping here, but it’s on our way to Coyote Creek State Park. It’s only 40 minutes north of our current camp.
An Internet search says Morphy will be closed through Spring of 2019, but once we arrive to the turn off we’re met with this sign. CLOSED
We just keep rolling along this country road under a brilliant blue sky enjoying the scenery: Old churches, mountain vistas, horses in fields, and horses on porches.
As we gain the tiny town of Mora I stop to photograph this old grist mill.
And this old building as we head on north . . .
We eventually find Coyote Creek State Park and pull in searching for a spot to land for a few days. There are none available, and I am sorely disappointed as this is a beautiful little park along Coyote Creek and I would have loved spending time here.
We pull back out onto that country road and head north again. We haven’t gone but about four miles and the road narrows. I mean as in MAYBE a half lane wide. God forbid we meet a big ol’ diesel pusher here! Fortunately we do not, but the storm clouds have gathered and it begins to rain. Thunder rolls.
As we creep along the ridge of this paved goat path I see a bolt of lightning out of the corner of my eye. A half beat later the loudest clap of thunder I have ever heard shakes the van. I am pretty sure I screamed. The Chiweenie Brothers are used to thunderstorms by now, but we’re back to square one after this and they are both in my lap. “It’s okay, guys, we’ll only hear the thunder AFTER the lightning has struck. We lived to tell the tale, so calm down,” I tell them. Thankfully that narrow strip of what they claim to be roadway is only three miles in length.
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