Today is moving day. Our time at Birch Bay has been uneventful, restful and a time to catch up on small projects. We walked the park, enjoyed the mature trees, and pure black squirrels. This is the only place I’ve seen black squirrels in the many places we’ve traveled.
I looked them up in wikipedia and found they have an interesting background that you can read about at this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_squirrel
A woods loving plant prolific here. I’m bothered by how few plants I can remember names for. There was a time when I made it a point to know the names of everything that grew within my sight. I was heavily into gardening in another life.
For what reason the park managers cut this mature fir is anybody’s guess. It shows no signs of rot or damage. Fir trees predominate and they are beautiful at this time of year with light green tips on darker old growth.
The next three days we’ll be boondocking and I’ll miss this pretty park and a friendly bird that walks on our roof every morning.
But most of all I’ll miss my daily swim. The pool is wonderful therapy for my injured shoulder. But, the magic of RVing is looking to what’s next? What will I see? Who will I meet?