I had low expectations of a park we’d never seen that Mike had picked out online as merely a place to crash when we set out for our next trip, what we’re calling The Big One, since we’ve rented our house out and are planning to be on the road for the next four to six months.
Why? To celebrate our 35th year of marriage, of course, with an extended period of intense togetherness. <grin> 😀
Midweek and early in the season, the campground was practically deserted when we arrived near dusk.
Summer is in full flower in this area, though, and the balmy night air was filled with the sweet smell of cotton candy; a scent I remember from our last major road trip to the Southwest, which turns out to be the scent of blooming cottonwoods.
Birds twittered in the overarching, vast, ancient river oaks, a variety that grows tremendously tall along the Sacramento River, and was never cut in some rare areas. We’d seen firsthand that these rugged giants can have an impact when they lose a limb; one time at an…
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