It’s amazing how quiet a park full of people can be in the morning.
Another neat change is that the park is expanding. There are new sites all over the place!
There are some really nice sites in the works.
Now that Thor has the park woken up it’s on to breakfast.
There’s an amazing thing that happened in a campground is that right around 8a.m all you can smell is campfires and bacon. It truely is magical.
I believe I have found the solution for quieting down the singer. Many many walks.
Now as the sun is setting, the wind has picked up. There is no rain forecast for tonight, but I’m watching a storm roll through back home. I hope the greenhouse stays put.
I’ve also switched to a book that is less likely to put me to sleep. It’s an old book written in 1972. A lot of the methods don’t fit with the micro farm projects that I’m doing but I think with some imagination they can be tailored and scaled to have at least some use. The black notebook is going to be a farm journal. It is purchased from a really great local printer and book maker. I like that I can support locals for really great items. I enjoy these old books because the contain “the wisdom of the ancients” (cue adventurous music) that is not to say 1972 is ancient by any stretch of the imagination but it is older than I am. A lot of this has been forgotten through the years and the decline of civilization.
This is the best time of night. The sun is down enough so you can pick out the camp fires dotting the landscape. The sounds of everyone settling in from busy days brings about a certain drowsiness. There is no rain called for tonight but the wind off the coast is just howling away. I’m thankful for that because it is holding the rain to the west, and away from our little expedition.