It is so good to be back!

The Meadows is an old rv park on the outskirts of Ketchum. The park is just that--a place to park your rv. It is bare bones. The sites are rather small by newer standards. This is our second season. Last year we stayed only 10 days and were very sad to leave.

There is plenty to do around here without having extra park amenities. We are approximately 1000 feet from the bike path that goes south beyond Hailey (I think around 25 miles). It goes north beyond Sun Valley and Ketchum. There are numerous hiking trails in the area. My favorites are Chocolate Gulch and Adams Gulch. I'll use the Wood River Y to swim laps. We located the Y last evening and the building is quite new and impressive.We are looking forward to Wagon Days over the Labor Day weekend, a festival that commemorates the time when 20-mule team ore wagons traversed the Galena Summit. Apparently it is one grand festival. There are all kinds of shops and restaurants in town. We are also looking forward to seeing friends of Ellen who have become our friends.

View in the back of our site

Dottie, the camp host is a real character! She has to be in her late seventies or early eighties. She does not mince words, and you get the full background on everything. She can be seen cruising the park on her three-wheeler bike, dressed to the nines. (She makes Cindy the glamor camper look shabby!) The great spot that we had last year was snarfed up by a tennis pro for the entire season. She did the best she could when we called for our reservations in January. When I called in August to confirm, I asked about our old spot. It was still taken, but she got really excited because she just had a "big cancellation". It was for a spot that was just as desirable. She switched us to that spot, and it is better than our original!

Today was an easy day. I stayed up very late last night (3:00 a.m.) to use the internet. With everyone sleeping, it is faster than the usual campground slow. I lounged around and did a little organizing. Just after Dick left for Boise, I heard a racket. It sounded like mothballs being dropped on top of the motor home. It was hail! It was perfectly calm outside, and the sun was shining in the distance, but there was a large black cloud just over us dropping hail. Very strange. I grabbed my camera and got a couple of shots of the hail on the camp chairs. It ended just as quickly as it started.

The boys (Sirius and Baxter) and I went for a long walk along the bike path. Dick cleaned the road dirt off my bike this morning and lubed it up, so I could ride while he is gone but I never got around to it. It is very cold and windy. Tomorrow I'll ride for sure when the weather man has promised that a warming trend will begin! I have been content just to putter and enjoy the sights that I have been looking forward to seeing for the past eleven months.