You wanna know a secret? Once upon a time, when I first got adopted, I didn’t like to go camping. Can you believes it? It’s true! My very first camping trip was, well, kinda awful. I hadn’t been in my family very long and I just didn’t understand the big wide world. I thought it was skeery and everything in it might gobble me up. Brudder Ranger did his best to try to tell me camping was fun but I didn’t believes him.
Gosh, when I look back, I can hardly believes that was me cuz I LOOOOVES to go camping now! It’s the BEST!
Take last weekend, for example. We hooked up the Shall-ay and drove to the east…away from the mountains…to a place called John Martin State Park. It’s out near a town called Lamar, which is close to where I grew up and where my Angel Donna runs Second Chance Animal Rescue.
We got there kinda late but the next morning, we woke up and were all ready to have adventures! Well, after we had our breakfast, of course!
John Martin State Park was named after this congress-guy named…uh…John Martin. He helped get a dam built so that the Arkansas River Valley wouldn’t flood. And they also built this big pond called a “rez-er-vwar.” The rez-er-vwar is the largest body of water in Southeastern Collie-rado and so lotsa peoples come here to fish and boat and swim. BUTT…we were lucky cuz last weekend, it was only us and two other campers. Which means we had almost the whole place to ourselves to run and sniff!
There were about 87 million geese there which means there were abouts 87 million tons of goose poop but we didn’t roll in any even once cuz
mom told us not to we didn’t want to gets wet.
After we got back from our Most Wonderful hike, we just hung out and soaked up the sun…
and I spent some quality time deathing a stick…
Finally, the sun decided it was time for bed but it gave us a Most Magnificent show before it covered up its head:
I guess mom musta missed the sun a lot cuz the next morning, she got up early to be there when it got back. She said it gave another great show and I guess from these pictures, it did…
But between you and me, I was more than happy to stay in bed.
When I finally got up, I spent some time guarding the Shall-ay from geese (after we had breakfast, of course).
What’s that? You want to know where Brudder Ranger was?
And then we went for another hike on a path called the Red Shin Trail. It was named for a Cheyenne warrior who lived around there way back in the 1800s.
It was oodles of fun and after we got done, I had my paws crossed that we were going to get to go on another hike later on. But mom and dad said it was time for us to pack up and go home cuz the kittehs were prolly missing us. I guess she was right but I sure wouldn’t have minded staying there for just a teensy bit longer. Oh, well. I know we’ll be back to sniff some more goose poop soon!