A rant about idiots and stupidity in the world. Last night as the sun was setting and I was getting ready to head over to the hammock, I watched a big-ass RV try backing up to turn around. It missed the parking spot of a site across from us and backed into a tree. Hold on, it gets better. After scraping the roof, the RV went four sites past us, and the driver was too inept to back into the site, so the driver turned onto the grass area across from the site, bouncing the front wheels into the ditch and proceeded to drive until the rear wheels got stuck in the ditch. The back of the RV was resting on the ground. It is stuck! The driver keeps trying to rock back and forth, scrape-scrape, scrape-scrape. A crowd gathers, and someone with a large one-ton truck drives on the road to get ahead and hook to the RV. A few tries later, the RV is unstuck and soon in the campsite. This morning I was walking from the bath/shower building and saw this same RV drive to the dumpster at the corner of the loop. Trash is thrown into it, and the RV begins to leave. We are now at the finale! The driver pulls away and turns the corner, scraping the dumpster with the entire side of the RV with enough force to move the dumpster!
It is 7 a.m. and it is already unbearably hot. We hunt for shade. Well, Nancy is in the camper with AC blasting, eating cold cereal. I am outside at the picnic table getting ready to cook my eggs and toast breakfast. The wind is blowing, knocking over chairs and dishes off the table. The stove is lit, the bread is toasting, and I’m cooking over a horizontal flame. It has been like this for days.
Breakfast is eaten, coffee is brewing. I’m racing around in a sweat, grabbing dish towels and plates escaping across the campsite grass. Things have been gathered and stored away. I am sipping coffee.
Nancy comes outside and is ready to explore the Salt Plains Bird Sanctuary. With things secured from the blasting wind, we drive off to the Visitor Center to start the hike.
Back at the car, we begin driving the auto road through the sanctuary.
And then we stop at the Salt Flats.
I want ice cream and beer. Nancy wants ice cream but no beer. We also pick up more juice, sodas, and a bag of ice for the cooler.
We get back to the campsite mid-afternoon and put the drinks into the cooler with the ice.
As I write this from inside with the AC blasting, the inferno wind is slamming and rocking the camper. I’m waiting for the sun to give up and go away for the day so I can enjoy a cold beer on the bluff watching the birds fish for their dinner.