July 22: to Grand Lake

For our last day at Green Ridge, we headed "upstream" to Grand Lake. Gary drove up to do some fishing on the lake and up the stream near Adams Falls, and I hiked the East Shore Trail from our campground at Shadow Mountain Dam up to Grand Lake; I had thought it was only 2 miles, but at about the halfway point I saw this sign pointing back to my starting point, indicating 2 miles. So it was about 4 miles...easy and beautiful trail along the lakeside.

There is a small waterway connecting Grand Lake to Shadow Mountain Reservoir, and it reminded me of Christmas Tree Lane connecting Wrangle and St Petersburg in Southeast Alaska (but on a slightly smaller scale) - narrow, twisting, with red and green markers for the boats....

The town of Grand Lake is touristy, lots of shops and eateries. Beautiful mansions on the lake, of course. I walked around town, finally met up with Gary and we hung out for a litte while as I used WIFI at the Village Hub and then at the terrific little bowling alley which had excellent pizza (Gary said it approached Round Table - his favorite) and good prices .....very glad we visited this town, but the shops were spendy; certainly wouldn't do my shopping here.

Wanderers and Vagabonds...

The RV started as a temporary solution to afford living in Newport Beach when Mary's company relocated to Irvine, CA. We loved it so much, we decided to make a go of full-time RVing. In July 2008 we hit the road, and have been roaming ever since. We do seasonal work camping and really enjoy it. We also use camp club memberships such as Thousand Trails and Coast to Coast to save on "rent". We have found beauty everywhere we go and hope to continue exploring and enjoying this beautiful country. Here's a great quote which sums up our hope for ourselves and for anyone seeking similar adventures:

“...May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.” - Edward Abbey

the.arys - gary and mary

July 22: to Grand Lake

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