The last two weekends we had planned to go camping- to the beach and to the mountains. We can feel the chill in the air and know that our camping weekends are limited and soon the cold and the rain will keep us home.
Unfortunately, the first weekend we packed the car up on Thursday night (even though I already felt a scratchy throat) and the plan was to pick CD up from work and we'd head north to Gold Bluffs Beach. When Friday arrived I felt worse and had to stay in bed for the rest of the weekend. I was confined to the couch, chicken soup, hot tea with lemon and honey. I didn't even want to knit. CD was visibly disappointed, but he went for a drive to Kneeland- a nearby town in the mountains and still enjoyed himself. When Monday came I reluctantly returned to work to discover that my boss had also spent the whole weekend sick. Bummer!
Then last weekend we packed up the car again and headed out on Friday afternoon. When we got to the beach we discovered that it was packed with people and families, so we drove home- defeated!
Still determined to go camping, we headed out on Saturday towards the mountains. We were curious about the New River and decided to take the road towards the town of Denny. The road follows the New River and CD had brought his fishing gear.
The New River:
CD fishing by the shore:
Denny wasn't really a town, more like a cluster of houses. We camped in a free campground (rustic sites) and later discovered another great campsite by the riverside that we hope to hit next time we camp there.
Richly colored Madrona Tree: