We found this secluded little area close to the campground---lots of trees and a firepit where we roasted weiners and had our own little picnic---more like the "good old days" of camping used to be--surrounded by Nature instead of 5th wheelers, tents, and coaches.
Found one of very many anthills that I liked the symmetry of .... a busy little world right under our feet--each grain of sand like a brick loaded and stacked with diligence.
One of my favorites of camping is the campfire....we gathered wood (just like in the good old days) and Dan broke the limbs over his knee, since we had taken the camp saw out of the motorhome and it was never replaced. We are so creative--felt like my pioneer ancestors :)
One of the best parts of our trip was a visit by a Willow Flycatcher, who returned again and again to the little tree next to our camper making a smorgasborg of the seeds and singing his melodious little tune. The motorhome seemed to work like a duck blind, as he was right next to the window and must have seen his own reflection, at times flying into the window.
Our Flycathcer was also joined by an Oriole, who also got up close and personal.
Our Flycathcer was also joined by an Oriole, who also got up close and personal.
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The girls and I love the video of that very pretty bird!!! Very cool!
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