The day begins with a cool breeze. I am outside cooking toast and eggs. Nancy is snickering while watching me at the gas stove, wearing a fleece. After breakfast, Moe is cleaning the plates. He is so helpful!
Nancy breaks the silence by handing me Moe’s leash and announcing that she is going to the East Slough to watch birds. Moe finds it necessary to announce Nancy’s departure to everyone in the campground. Then he climbs back into his chair, yes, he has his very own camp chair, and Moe and I slip back into the groove.
Nancy returns with excitement. Not only did she see various birds, she discovered an area that marks the Santa Fe Trail. She drives us to the historic site. The wagon tracks are very visible here, and the boundaries have been lined with rail fence.
We take the roadway over the John Martin Dam. Then Nancy sees sandy single-track roads that go down to the water above the Dam. Yikes, the brush on each side of the road is scrapping the car. Then it gets a bit rocky. Nancy jokes that maybe the ruts and rocks will rip off the rest of a plastic shield that is hanging under the front of the car. We get up onto the rock ledge and park the car. The reservoir is now twenty-five feet lower than usual due to the lack of winter snow and spring rain. We are parked on an area that should be under water. We get out and walk on rocks to get to the water. Moe, who doesn’t like being in water, walks to the edge and drinks.
Nancy has some local catfish in the refrigerator, so I set up the outside stove to cook dinner. We also have fresh onions and peppers as a side. Moe got some nibbles and gave a nod of approval.
This is our last night at this campground.