Pushing west towards Colorado, we are back at our favorite Black Hills campground for the week. Kelly is in San Francisco for the week, so it’s been just Lilly and me the past few days. All is good through – I’ve been fortunate to have great neighbors supplying me with good conversation, they’ve fed me, and they have a big lovable dog that Lilly has completed ignored.
Speaking of Lilly … it seems she too has embarrassingly levels of adoration for this quickly campground – albeit less for its laid-back vibe and surprisingly nice bathrooms. For her, this place is all about the field grasses steps from the camper. Undeterred by aging barbed wire fencing, she is having loads of fun stalking field mice who dare enter her turf.
Fear not mice … Lilly and I are leaving tomorrow; the reign of terror will be ending soon.