We started off our first full day at Taylor Park with a visit from a very cute Jr. Ranger type from Paderborn Germany. She was doing a survey on the national forest and recreation activites. We were more than happy to spend time talking to her and answering her questions. She was going to some university in Germany and was in the USA on a summer intern program. Her command of the English language was very good.
Our campsite was just opposite the river and there were some commanding views. The water pump, obviously a casting made by some foundry long ago, was in use and provided cool clean water that was potable. I'm not sure what foundry made the pump, perhaps it was a Synchro32 customer. You never know.
Although the campground did not have any showers, there was an outhouse that the campground host kept well stocked with TP and clean. Not sure where the campground host was from, he had been doing gigs such as this for many years - being a campground host all across the USA and even Alaska. It's actually a job, if you an call it that, keeping the campground clean, the firepits dugout, selling firewood, etc. He receives a nominal amount of money each month to cover his living expenses. I don't recall the name of the website that he used to secure the job. Perhaps if I was a college professor I would spend my summers being a campground host somewhere.
Of course we had breakfast and of course I took a few pics of it. Some good pan sausage and biskets. I'm constantly amazed by how well the Coleman oven works - it really does a bang up job on cooking things over the camp stove. We even managed to use it w/o burning the bottoms of the biskets - which is normally what happens.
After breakfast we headed out to go do some fishing. That is after someone untangles the fly fishing line...
Down by the river, walking on water, we encountered these strang looking beasts. We were down fishing at the point where the river runs into the lake. The water was very cold and very clear. I'd actually brought my swimsuit in hopes of taking a plunge, err - too cold even for me.
Tred caught and cleaned the first fish of the trip.
After the fishing, we decided to do some sight seeing. I'll pick up the story there later on. See you on down the road at the end of the road...
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