Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Fossil Creek

In this post I mentioned there was more to come. And so there is.

This post is more. And there will be even more.

Should I ever process the pictures ...


We stayed in a cabin at a place locally known as "Fossil Creek".


More specifically, we stayed at Camp Fossil Creek.

No, that wasn't our cabin.


This was our cabin. Cabin #1 (there are three). Rustic for sure. Two rooms. A front room, with table, sink, albeit without running water (jug water was provided), a microwave, coffee machine, and refrigerator. And a back room with cots (one with an air mattress), lockers (we didn't use), and a mouse trap (set but not baited; Marie did see a mouse, but it was outside, under the deck roof). Both rooms had ceiling fans. Thinking ahead, I also brought a fan.

Restroom facilities were outside.


Fossil Creek is named for the many fossils found in and along its banks. Like the one above, now in our yard. Legend (as told by the current owner Ken) has it that that a Boy Scout troop on a camping trip, upon discovering the fossils, called it Fossil Creek Camp, and the name stuck.


This is the view toward the main house, which was, until Covid-19 changed everything, a bread and breakfast. Ken told us that they'll probably close the B&B for good now. And only rent out the cabins. Note the grass fields.


This is the view from the cabin porch. Note the grass field. And the rain. We arrived Friday evening. It rained all day Saturday. We sat on the porch.


Me with my new best bud Dobby sitting on the porch (apparently it is an ear thing ...).


This is the mowed field just outside the cabin. X marks the spot. And the spot. And the spot. And ...

For social distancing of course. Each X at least six feet from the others.

(Are we supposed to social distance form dogs? I hope not!)

We were there to see bugs. A special kind of bugs. Bugs that like grass fields.

Stay tuned ...

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