Neither of us set an alarm and we overslept. Perhaps because it was so quiet. There’s no vehicles rumbling past at all hours, no hordes of barking dogs, no fire alarm sirens going off. It’s just leaves rustling and birds singing.
Returned to the pea gravel beach with our fishing gear, but our hearts weren’t in it. Instead we stripped to our swimsuits and tried to get in. Somehow that young girl bravado of throwing oneself in in one big dive just isn’t in us anymore. But we do sit. I am driven back to the shore in butt hops by the saber-toothed minnows. I swear it took me longer to slather on the sunblock than I sat in the water. I was real happy to wash that stuff off. Er, the manager at Sumner Lake hasn’t turned the shower water temperatures down. A bit on the much-too-hot side.
I left early for the cove where I tried to fly fish. The jumpers were little but not inclined to take what I offered. So I switched to spinners. Nothing there either.
We took a drive. Water is being released so the two campgrounds below the dam are looking nicely green. Only a couple of people there.
Across the lake from our campsite is the Eastside Campgrounds. More primitive. No playground. No showers. No flush toilets. No visitor’s center. No paved roads. No dump station. No boat ramp. What it does have is quick, easy access to the water. Here is one of the few pull through full hookup sites. It has a good view.
Margo called me over to an empty shelter to enjoy the baby swallows hanging their heads over the nests. Afterwards I approached a campsite of a fellow we see every time we are there. He drives a white van with a small boat sticking out the back doors. From him I could find out where the fishing are biting.
John is quite the resourceful guy and he generously gave me a camp tour. Three tables in addition to the camp table where he had a full kitchen laid out. He could grill, boil, or bake. He made covers for the shelter openings instead of securing a tarp all the way around.
As we talked, he put two bars with hooks on the ends and slid the small boat out of the back of the van. There’s a rack on top where he can put it if he doesn’t want to carry it inside.
He ran an extension cord to the van. Between the front seats was a portable air conditioner with the exhaust flexible hose going out a wooden jig fit through the passenger window opening. There was a small freezer for freezing ice and his catch. Under that was a decent sized dorm refrigerator. Since he lives in Roswell stuff won’t thaw by the time he gets home.
Altogether, he had all the comforts of home.
Speaking of the comforts of home… tomorrow we head back to them.