It’s morning on the Lake. The campground is quiet. There are a few tenters who have not crawled out of their sleeping bags. The crows are making a racket (like they always do) and the acorn woodpeckers are creating granaries in the trees. There are no boats on the lake as the UCSB rowing team just left. A typical winter morning. For me, it’s the perfect time to look at the peaceful beauty of the place, contemplate my day and enjoy a slice of serenity.
Yesterday there was a group of Airstream trailers wrapping up their weekend party. The silver bullets filled a secluded spot where they could swap stories while camping in the Park. Today they are gone, without leaving a trace they were there.
The first flowers of spring are popping out. All is good at the Park.
The first flowers of spring are popping out. All is good at the Park.
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