I needed a break from the past two weeks of doing almost nothing but sitting at my desk working on transcription.  There’s hell to pay when one takes three weeks off! It was grueling, but I’m back where I need to be, and I decided the boys needed a treat as much as I needed time off.  We headed for Ash Creek Campground, a dispersed area for boondocking; a new place to explore and a good opportunity to give the new solar installation a good test.

It’s past noon before we are able to leave, and we head east, again, on Hy 299 to Adin. It’s rapidly warming up, and a cloud in the sky. It’s a pleasant 40 mile drive. Just as we come into Adin proper, we take County Road 88 and drive 8 dusty, wash boardy miles to the turn off to Ash  Creek. Dry grass, lava rock protrusions, and squat juniper trees is our only view. A pretty sad looking landscape for someone wanting a campsite. I am just beginning to wonder if there will be any shade at the camp ground when the landscape makes some subtle changes, and the junipers allow the pines to stand tall among them. This is a bit more reassuring.

We jounce along, kicking up a dust trail behind us. Being the height of summer everything is dry, and the dust is awful. There is no indication of just where or how far the campground is until we get to the sign on the opposite side of the road that says Adin 8 miles. So we’ve been on this rough dusty road for 8 miles. It felt like 16. Then magically, as we round a curve, I see the sign: Ash Creek Campground ½ mile. We turn left onto the access road and motor down to Ash Creek. .It is beautiful!  Who would have thought all this loveliness would be nestled in among all this parched summer landscape?

There are 5 campsites in the campground., and what I think is a group site in the flat. There isn’t a single person camped here and after driving through the sites dotting the hillside, we decide to camp on the flat. Fewer trees to give shade, but the other sites are not very level and there’s only a bit of sun filtering through; not enough for placing the solar panel.  We need some shade and some sun, and the site on the flat that I am dubbing the “group site” has both these requirements.


We arrive in the heat of the day, and I busy myself setting up camp; the first thing is to get the dogs staked out. The ground is hard as rock. I think it’s pretty much lava rock and there is no way I am getting those stakes into the ground.  I settle for wrapping the tie outs to the trees and small bushes.

Next is the solar panel.  So easy to set up. (thank you, thank, thank you—you know who you are!) and I plug in the fan and open all the doors.  We are going into another heat wave and it doesn’t cool down as much as I want , but the sun will soon slide behind the treeline and that will help. Without the solar and being able to run the portable fan, we would have to go home.


I set up the solar cooker  to heat some water and warm up the chili I brought. While it heats I  finish making camp. The lounge chair is brought out. The water jug and wash tub are set up on the wooden table that’s there.


An hour or so later I feed the dogs and eat my chili, gazing out over the open space between us and the creek. The sun finally dips behind the distant line of trees to the west and it slowly, slowly cools off a bit. The mosquitoes drive us inside, and all I can say is I am very thankful for that solar panel and being able to run the fan. It runs all evening and through the night without draining the battery. I am, literally, a happy camper!

Sunday we play hide and seek with the sun, and I move the van about six times to keep it in the shade. It’s well worth it. Without starting the day off with an already hot vehicle it is cooler inside, and again, solar energy (I am in love!) to run the fan along with some nice shade keeps our little mobile home livable.

We take an early morning walk to get closer to the creek and I take some photographs. The boys, of course, check their p-mail. The rest of the day, as it heats up fast, is spent lounging around camp reading and napping. A few visitors come to beautiful Ash Creek to play by the water, but the campground is far enough away that it isn’t intrusive at all. No one came to camp. Another walk, this time on up the road then back down beside the creek in the evening and we call it a day.  I watch a movie on my Kindle while The Chiweenie Brothers burrow under the covers and Burger curls up in the front seat. Home tomorrow. I do not want to leave.


As always, thanks for stopping by 2 Dogs Travel. We love that you’re interested in our adventures. Hugs, Shawna

“Adventure is worthwhile”–Aristotle