I was born in Arizona. My dad was born in Arizona. Our mantra is “we need the rain.”
But you know what?
After about an hour of the rain, I’ve about had it. Okay, bring on the sunshine!!!
Of course, a few days ago I was ready for summer to be here and its only January! As I was looking out the window willing the clouds to go away I was remembering another time I wanted things my way.
Usually this family goes camping in October for just about 2 weeks. I teach school and fall break happened to fall during the Best Camping Season of all!! The weather is cool, the colors are vibrant in Northern Arizona and the campgrounds are not crowded.
I was packing up the trailer in August. No fall break this year. I really need to learn to be grateful that I was even going camping at all.
Pine Grove Campground, just outside of Flagstaff was beautiful. And full of people!! I must admit though the place was full of outdoor lovers and considerate campers. We pulled into our reserved spot, set up camp, unloaded the kayaks, set up the screened dining fly.
Geez there are a lot of flies and bees in August who love camping, too.
Bruce and I were taking a stroll around the campground that first evening when a lady came race-walking away from the trash can area.
“There’s a skunk over there!” She was moving fast and just sort of jerked her head in a general direction.
We kept walking and sure enough there he was making his way into a culvert. Yuck!
The second week into our outing Kim and Lily (the dog) joined us. One evening Kim and I were washing dishes and putting all the dinner makings back into the trailer. It was still pretty light out and the lanterns hadn’t been lit yet. I heard a scratching noise and looked up and dropped the washrag I was using.
That skunk had walked right into our dining area!
I think he was smiling.
He must have been far sighted because he paid no attention to Kim, Lily (who was sitting quietly in her crate) or to me.
I don’t think I ever moved so fast in all my life! It was a good thing that the zipper on the dining fly was down or I would have gone through it! I stopped half way to the trailer, ran back, grabbed the dog in her crate and raced back to the trailer.
To this day I have no idea where Kim was at or what she did. I jumped into that trailer and slammed the door. That skunk was just as calm as could be; he helped himself to a drink out of Lily’s water bowl, found a crumb of something on the dirt and ducked out the same way he came in.
Bruce just stood there laughing; he hadn’t even tried to get away from the critter.
For the rest of the week that skunk came by every evening, like he was on his way somewhere important and we were in his way. He never sprayed, or even smelled skunky.
We had a wonderful vacation. We fished, hiked, geocached, kayaked, ate way too much, but what I really remember about that trip was that pesky skunk.
Building memories is important to my family and by golly that skunk sure had a hand in our summer at Pine Grove Campground.