We moved 200 miles to a nice, quaint, almost primitive campground overlooking the Colorado River in the
It rained most of the night at Goosenecks
State Park ; we got up this morning and
decided to go toward Lake Powell in Page, Arizona .
We called the two campgrounds in Page and found out they were full. So we decided to bit the bullet and go out of
our way to Lees Ferry Campground.
We traveled most of the way in light rain; we made it here
around 3:30 pm hoping for a campsite big enough for us. We found her!!!!
The campground has no camper hookups, but has flush toilets and a place to gather water and wash dishes. An upscale to most of our dry docking.
Fernykat had to come out when we got here, she gave us her
approval, then we noticed she was digging stickers out of her feet, and ready
to go in. Poor baby, she was in agony
because of the cockaburrs. Lauren went
in and removed them from her paws while I plucked the stickers around her favorite
tree. Hopefully, she will enjoy her
outing tomorrow.
We have quite the entertainment tonight. We have drunk Indians across the road in
tents, (that can’t sing), playing anything from rap to country to rock in roll, while they are burning something that smells
really bad, (glad I’m retired and don’t
have to worry about a drug screen). We have some foreigners next door that are literally airing
out their laundry. But we also have a
couple that have been coming here for 39 years and getting their same spot, and
a another nice full timer at the end of the road that was going to town and asked if we needed
anything.
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