Dusk from Bessie’s front window.
We were headed to Colorado. But if we drove just a bit north, we could put our front tires in Nebraska and add it to our map of states we’ve visited. Better yet, we could drive just a little bit further and camp in a state park on a lake. What we didn’t realize is the Rock Creek State Recreation Area is nine miles down rutted dirt roads that shook every screw loose in Bessie.
It was the end of a long driving day and we were tired, but ultimately we agreed it was worth the drive. We were the only campers in this remote park, and we parked right in front of the lake. We watched the sky pinken, the moon rise, and let crickets and frogs serenade us.
Bailey shakes on Gypsy.
The campground description had promised water, and we’d planned to fill our empty tank and get showers. But the water from was an old hand pump, so we had to forgo the showers (again) and eat a simple dinner on paper plates, saving the last dribbles of water for flushing the toilet and brushing our teeth.
The next morning was beautiful. Bailey and I took a long walk all around the lake, and I could imagine how popular this place is in the summer, especially for fishers and paddlers. Not in a rush, we hung around for a while, and let Bailey swim and run freely around the empty campground. Then we headed back down that long dusty road to the highway.