Cattail Cove State Park

Today we came down from the hills intending to stay at Lake Havasu State Park, but it was full. Being a vagabond means one does not really care where one spends the night, especially when travelling with an attached home. So we ambled down the road a short way and came to Cattail Cove State Park.

Cattail Cove turned out to be such a delight that we stayed here an extra day.

We had a superb camping spot, off in a little corner by ourselves under a huge shade tree (which was needed in the 80 degree afternoon temps!). We had a dense hedge on one side of our campsite that was filled with birds and little beings that I never saw, but Chorro did. He spent hours, motionless, staring at the base of the bushes for some sign of movement. I suspect he might have been seeing lizards darting around.

We were both excited to be near water again. I miss not having a lake or ocean view as we camp in the desert. So we eagerly followed the boat ramp down to check out the water. Chorro said it was fine. I didn't go in, because the ramp was pretty slippery. You can see the green of the algae at the bottom.

There is a swimming beach nearby (I passed that up too though.).

State park campgrounds are usually pretty pet-friendly. This one has a doggy beach. Our first official doggy beach in 18 months of vagabonding.

This seemed like a good opportunity for Chorro to have a little off-leash time, something he appreciates so much and often doesn't get.

Then off to do some important exploring.

And what he found was a mud hole. Looks harmless you think?

A literal up-to-his-ass mudhole!

Having a white dog is a lot like wearing white jeans -- you must recognize and accept the likelihood of having to wash them both more often.

Here's my boy all shining clean again but it took some scrubbing. Back on the leash, LOL!

Back at the campsite, caught remembering that really great, once in a lifetime, mudhole.

Something we especially liked at this state park was the hiking trails. They climbed the bluffs overlooking the lake (and so did we).

The rangers reported the next morning that someone had seen a diamond-back rattlesnake on 'our trail.' I wasn't sure whether to be relieved that we didn't see it or disappointed that we didn't get a picture of it.

We did see wildflowers though. And a prickly pear in bloom. Isn't it stunning?

TThe evening show was a silver sunset that turned to gold over the lake.

Today was a good day.