A CHANGE OF PLANS.
Day 111 – 36 degrees and partly sunny this morning. The Sopranos family group set up their chairs overlooking the river right by our “back yard”. The dog squealed & barked & got yelled at. And Simon Cowell joined them with his fishing rod. No, really, some guy who we swear was the spitting image of Simon Cowell walked through our back yard with his fishing rod towards James Gandolfini & crew. By 10 a.m. it was noisy enough that we’d decided to pack up & leave town. We’d booked this site for 3 nights with the intention of staying another three if the birding was good. We’d only stayed two nights so far, but Rob had done some research and found a promising area south and east of here: A large reservoir with several campgrounds near the San Luis National Wildlife Refuge which has three Refuge drives and numerous hiking paths. The reservoir itself has hiking & biking trails & kayaking opportunities. We decided to go ahead & move on. The prospects for peace & quiet at the current campground did not look good.
128 miles
