I'm longing to unroll my patio carpet and maybe even my awning if I can't find a tree to park under. Catch up on emails, bills, correspondence. Maybe talk with a few clients and earn a few dollars. Take some nice walks with ever patient little Chorro who faithfully sits in the passenger seat hyperventilating but always keeping a watchful eye out. (I don't know what for.)
We have arrived here at Davis Bayou and it is 78.9 wonderful warm degrees. There is a light breeze and the sun is covered by clouds. I can deal with it. This National Seashore, one of ten in the country, is administered by the National Park Service, and seems familiar to me with rangers and regulations posted all over.
I have travelled only about 30 miles west of Shepard Park where I spent last night, but at least I am heading west now.
We are set up in the trees along with many other campers.
It turned out that I was not as ambitious as I thought I would be this afternoon. My activities for the day have been to sitting in the sunshine reading my book alternated with sitting inside with my music reading my book. It is very peaceful here. A very soft breeze and air that smells very fresh.
We do have water across the way that doesn't look like national seashore to me but might qualify as alligator pond.
When Chorro loudly called my attention to this lady walking her CAT, I had to agree it ws time to take him out too.
And look what we found, the National Seashore!
And a National Duck!
And a National Flamingo?
I think it is time to stop.
Tomorrow is a new day.
1 comment:
Your duck is a grebe, either a horned or eared grebe in winter plumage. I think it's probably a horned grebe, but it's too far away in the photo for me to be absolutely sure. How cool!
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