Yesterday, we awoke to a funny color in the sky. I think it's called blue. There was a bit of a wind but really a very pleasant change from the clouds that pervaded since last Friday.
No snakes so far, but we did see evidence of some wildlife. The digging around our picnic area we were told was the work of feral pigs--some of it quite fresh.
Our neighbors had also made friends with the area ducks and they would frequently waddle up looking for handouts but their small dog would valiantly warn them off and they would waddle over to our place.
The dog's name is Stanley but I don't think he has any ownership in Stanley's BBQ where we went with the Petersen family for supper. Great food, live music, and our own entertainment watching Rasmus hanging out under the weather curtains of the deck and flirting with approaching customers. A lovely day.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.