Back home we put the boat and the big mirrors on the truck. Bob swept off the roof again. The guy from Montana across the road is washing his RV. And the lady next door is washing her car. We wish we had known you could do that here but it's a little chilly today. The guy two doors down from us in the Outback travel trailer came behind our campsite with an axe and cut up a tree that had fallen on his phone line during the storm Friday night.
We headed out past the primitive camp sites to find the Blue Trail. We never saw it but made our way to McKay Hollow Trail behind the picnic area. We took it to the bottom of the Hollow then followed Natural Well Trail. It was very rocky and steep. We almost turned around before Bob finally spotted the well. It was a huge, deep cylindrical pit. It took a rock a long time to drop to the bottom. We were glad we persevered until we found it. We still had a long haul back for a total of 3 hours and 15 minutes and six miles. On the way back we found the Blue Trail and took it back to our campsite.
Back home we collapsed and read the paper and watched PGA golf from Louisiana. We wolfed down every leftover in the frig. I saw a notice in the paper that the Japanese Gardens here in the park were having a tea ceremony from 1:00 to 4:30 today; free to the public. Unfortunately it was 5:30 when I read it. I would have liked to check it out. Oh well.
It's 10:06 p.m. and 53.1 degrees. One of the great things about retirement, as well as the RV lifestyle, is that if you don't feel like moving on or changing locales, you don't have to!