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... but after a quick sniff around, Wally was ready to return to the air conditioning. I'm with Wally!
Pictured below is the severely salty Lake Abert. Getting saltier as the water level drops. Do not enter! It's so caustic it will eat the bottom out of a boat, so you can imagine what it would do to your skin. Water birds don't seem to have a problem and there are always a few swimming around feasting on brine shrimp.
After a long drive we came to a desert oasis. Yep, that's what I look like when I'm saying "LuLu" -- goofy -- but LuLu's plenty cute with her little furry paws reaching for me. Speaking of paws... notice behind the sign. It looks like I have dog feet, tee hee! That's Wally. Too funny.
Pictured below is the first thing I saw when we drove into town. Tiny and cute! I was impressed by the level of civic pride in this itty bitty town.
We were so busy being enchanted by the diminutive city hall and library that we almost missed the RV park which was the true desert oasis.
They were full up when we arrived, but the owner put us up in a temporary spot for the night and moved us into the best site in the park the next day. Actually, all the sites were large, shady, and beautiful, but this one on the end was amazing. We had all this...
... and much, much more. Wally and LuLu had the run of the place. Jump in the river any ol' time and have a roll in the grass afterward. The structure you see in the background is a vintage dwelling the owner moved to the park. The only thing dwelling there now is bats. At night we'd watch them swoop through our site and over the river accompanied by the sound of coyotes howling in the hills.
The picnic table beyond us is not an RV site. It was used only once in the four days we stayed, and that was by an older couple who stopped for lunch.
Some days we were the only campers in the park. Everything on this side of the RV is ours. Are you getting an idea of how much I loved this place? We're going back in September.
On the road again:
A quick stop at the Painted Hills on the way home. For real. What more can I say?
Well, friends... as this post goes live we're returning from yet another little getaway. Just an hour's drive from home, but idyllic nonetheless. It sure is nice to have a chance to slow the pace now and then. We'll visit again next Saturday. Take care!