of my youth, previous camping trips, and the location of The Lady of the Lake. I am back at Beed's Lake for my yearly visit with old friends and perhaps a trip to the county fair. However, my departure from home yesterday was not without glitches--mainly, getting ten miles from home and realizing my purse was back on the dining room table. So turn around (no small feat for me with Agatha) and head back. Kicking myself is awkward when I'm driving.
So I arrived early afternoon and got set up in about an hour. These sites are unusual in that the parking are parallel to the campsite on a gravel strip that goes all the way around the loop. It's difficult to tell where one site ends and another begins. After assessing my parking last night, I have decided that this morning I will do a minimum tear down and move forward five or six feet. This has always been a great campground, but the center loops have been devastated in the last few years by the ash bore. New trees have been planted but are not offering much shade as yet.
It was a beautiful evening with a light breeze, but the setting sun made my site quite warm. I did get in a short walk along the lake path and over to the dam. This morning (after I move the camper) I'll take a walk around the lake.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.