Thursday, December 30, 2010
I spotted a place on the California and Oregon border. It was campground called Cave Lake. On the map it didn't seem far and it looked like it would be a state camp ground which back in those days meant free or close to it.
Lee and I headed off to see why they had called this place Cave Lake. It was quiet here. I remember it being a Wednesday. The weekend traffic was still a few days off if there was and to tell about ever then. The cave was covered in Griffith from the local highs school kids. It was a lonely place. We didn't stay long and it turned out that was for the best. On our way back we ran into my father. Well he was on the other side of the stream. It wasn't alarming to run into him. What was alarming was he was holding a gun.
When we left we got the chance to see one of them on the road as we left. It was frightening, to see the size o the animal.
I suppose that not all my blog posts have a point but if I had to declare one about this post. It would have to be that it was a slice of what life was like back when my parents were still alive. Back when I was younger. We didn't stay in motels and KOA's (expensive camp grounds) we were at home next to a river on a back country road. Trees or no trees, we always found something to do. Sometimes we would have to wait for our view. Which meant as the sun set the really view started, the milking way, the stars and the deepness of space itself.