One of the very minor downsides of camping is TV reception. I say minor, because in my opinion, the more channels we have, the less there is worth watching. Anyway, we are at a great campground on Lake Red Rock called Howell Station. We get exactly one channel. And last night, after we came in from a good dinner, great campfire and beautiful evening, the only thing on was one of those screaming shows. You know: the audience screams, the contestants scream, and the bobble-head emcee laughs a lot at his own jokes. And occasionally screams. I went to bed.
Our camping buddies will join us today but a lot of the campsites are occupied. You have to wonder if anybody works any more. As I said, this is a very nice campground below the dam at Red Rock with five small, but well-equipped and clean, shower houses. There is also a bike trail that goes both directions from the campground. Nearby Pella has, among other things, a top-notch bakery and quilt shop.
Our site is very spacious and behind us is a beautiful sycamore with five trunks. We are not far from the river or the shower house. We were also not responsible for choosing the sites so we're glad we have friends with good judgement. One oddity that is a little disconcerting: there is apparently a gang of recumbent bike riders camping here. Everywhere you turn, they are sneaking silently by. I haven't seen any chains or leather jackets yet but I'm keeping my eyes open.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.