Rain, rain

Last night at 10:15 PM I had a new neighbor running his construction site generator past 10 PM. 10 is way too late, but it is the rule, 10 PM to 7 AM is the quiet period. Rules is rules.

It rained yesterday (and maybe today) so the ground between me and him was muddy. I already had one pair of tractor tread shoes caked with mud and did not want to walk through mud to get to his site. I did not want to be more ‘rude’ than necessary. I shined my flash in the trees and on his rv trying to get his attention. I finally shouted loud as I could to be heard over the thrashing machine “Shut down your generator – it is past 10”. He must have heard me over the gen, (a miracle) because he shut it off. Didn’t yell back. This is why I don’t carry a gun on the road! Or perhaps is the reason I should.

Every weekender camper is a cheap skate that will not spend money for a proper camping generator that one can tolerate. But $50,000 for that dually long bed fifth wheel truck sitting on risers with a power-pack muffler is ok. I think it is like loud truck mufflers, a badge of macho pride that he can run a tv and a light bulb. What ever happened to the beloved Coleman lanterns? Never see them in CGs any more.

I had to walk AtD despite the drizzle yesterday. She had chunks of mud stuck between her wet toes, as I had in my tractor treads. She stood patiently as I cleaned her feet as best I could, removing clods, and when I was finished she promptly stepped off the rug I have outside at the steps back into the mud. Arrrrrgh! Where is that gun?

Tags: Camp Heron

Arrival: Camp Heron – Lake Heron State Park

Barth smiles on the lake.

Campsite view.

Las Vegas NM to Santa Fe was just a ho-hum interstate drive. But the scenery turned geougeous when I headed North from Santa Fe. After all, I am almost in CO.

When I left Las Vegas my destination was Navajo Lake State Park. However a quick stop and a few inquiries about boondocking in Chama revealed that the village is controlled by the RV parks. I was warned at the Welcome(?) Center that the owner of the empty buildings in front of which I parked would have me towed if I stayed there very long. I parked there because the Welcome Center had inadequate parking for Barth. Welcome Center?

But a short informative discussion revealed that I might be able to get my rig into Heron Lake SP. I called and was directed to a camping area that might suffice. As the pics above attest, I did so and it did. Heron Lake has no Primitive parking area per se. But the no-hookup areas could easily be called primitive, though not dispersed, as the sites are delineated.

So I am happy for a few days here, assuming the Chama Village Fathers (i.e. RV Park owners) don’t ticket Ranger when I go back to village to visit.

Tags: arrivals, Camp Heron, Lake Heron State Park