I have no idea why I stopped at the campground called Junebug. It was tiny and crowded and noisy with dogs running loose and children screaming and the smell of charcoal lighter in the air.
Before I camped at the Junebug campground I found a sweet spot to stay for a few days near a stream.
Yes. It was a delicious as it looks. But how did the Junebug campground turn out so wonderful, when the first impression was so awful? It was the other campers. I first fell in love with this family:
He is an oil worker. She home schools the kids (because the history taught in schools is not right). They fed me steaks, the girls jumped into my arms and hung on like monkeys, they clued me in on great places to camp, and they invited me to their house for dinner in December. They helped change my mind on the compatibility of conservatives and liberals. Then there was Troy, who refuses to drink Starbucks coffee because the company is too liberal. Troy gave me a trout every day he caught one. Troy had coffee with me and we talked of everything except politics, religion or sex. He has a wonderful homemade shaving set up that caught my eye.He also helped change my mind on the compatibility of conservatives and liberals. So did Cory, Stan and Darryl. I learned much at Junebug Campground.
Now for some hints:
I stuck up some towels on one side of the carapace (not for privacy, but for sun shade) and am now contemplating curtain construction. The little fold up table is great for positioning the solar panel.
In a few days I will be headed to Cimarron Canyon, a New Mexico State Campground. Maybe.