|Indian Lake, Farmington, Iowa|
Such a beautiful view of the lake . . . or the mountains . . . or the dry, pristine desert . . . or the ocean or lakeshore--and then there's the trailer, taking up a large percentage of the photo's space. I've done it--and don't tell me you haven't done it. We love our tiny trailers and our teardrops so much that we just can't help including them in the photograph.
And there's nothing wrong with that. We love our sweet babies. Sorting out my 2018 camping season photos, though, I have come to realize that one goal of the 2019 season is to have some balance, for pete's sake, and to frame some shots that don't include the Green Goddess. She's a big girl and will understand. I hope.
Therefore, what follows are some photographs from some of my expeditions that were not included in the original blog posts. I'll link them to the articles (the titles are links), and hopefully will provide a fuller, more substantive perspective of each adventure.
It's August, it's hot and humid, and I'm touring the campgrounds around my hometown, searching for good cellphone receptivity so my wife can camp with me during the week and still work. Five photographs--two of the car and trailer. Not too out of balance, Tom.
Oakland Mills Campground (actually several clustered at a bridge on the Skunk River) has some beautiful scenery, of which the photos in the article fairly represent. I left out some lookers, though, which I'm now glad to share.
|The old Oakland Mills bridge is now just a walkway, but it is beautiful.|
|A couple of the campgrounds edge the river, providing the placid beauty of calm waters.|
Oakland Mills was once a thriving river town, with a weir to provide water power to drive the grain mill. The original blog article has a nice shot of the weir. Now it is a quiet fishing and recreation area, with a few houses and a tiny, colorful restaurant full of local color. And what about cellphone receptivity? You're gonna hafta read the article!
Lake Sugema Campground was one of the favorite places my wife and I camped last year. We had a wonderful view of the lake, featuring great sunrise panoramas. Looking over my photos, I really took some great shots of my vehicle and rig, turned golden by the rising sun! And I fared pretty well in the snapshot department--one out of four shots of the rig. Only thirty miles from home, Lake Sugema is a great place to camp . . . and has great cellphone receptivity!
|Mid-week, this was a quiet, scenic spot, a great way for my wife to start her work day!|
|After becoming familiar with the campground, I began to explore the walking path on the lake.|
My first experience of camping in snow and my first experience of camping in prolonged temperatures below freezing, I really enjoyed four days at Indian Lake. I had camped there twice before when passing through while bicycle touring and also twice when tent camping with my wife. This time I walked four times around the lake, three in snow, which was a wonderful, silent experience.
I'm at about fifty percent for this blog post, about half the photos of the Green Goddess or of me. The other photos are good ones of the lake and snow. Enjoy! The original post also includes a fun video that I created while camping.
|A view of Indian Lake prior to the snowfall, a contrast to the photo included with the blog story,|
|The trail around the lake includes these two ancient oaks, so strong and regal.|
|Walking in a winter wonderland.|
I'm glad I've added to my memories these photos of my camping trips--photos without a camper in sight. I just love my tiny camper and how it lessens the extremes of camping. I like having access to a space heater when it's cold and an air conditioner in the blazing heat of August. Just a bit here and there (or now and then?) does the trick of removing the worm from the apple. There's a reason I leave my home to camp, and these photos express that same reason, only why I leave my camper, not my home. We are just as much a part of the world, of nature, as the most shy and elusive woodland creature. The text that tells us that, though, doesn't come from a smartphone. It written much larger, infinitely large and silent.