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Autumn in Illinois

We stopped at Gun Creek Campground on Rend Lake in central Illinois for a week.  Our plans originally were for Barry to make calls in southern Illinois and south-eastern Missouri, however, other calls came up and he spent the week between here, St. Louis, Springfield, MO and Mattoon, IL…..lots of miles on the car!  This gave me a great opportunity to work on some spreadsheets for the company, it’s called StL Packaging Systems, by the way!

Each day though, the Corgis and I managed to make time for long walks along the lake, in the woods or along the trails.  The lake is a Corps of Engineers lake and is banked most of the way around by great big white chunky rocks that are hard to clamber on with 2 little dogs on leashes.  There is a little sandy beach they have built near our campground but it has mostly washed down into the water leaving just a muddy-sandy beach in between those big rocks and plantings of some type of bamboo.   The trails are paved but wander along until they just stop without warning.  There is a large power line cut behind this campground and the Corgis and I hike along that and into the woods where possible.  Briars grow wild here and most of our treks ended in thickets too dense to part.

The sun has been out some of the time, it rained heavily one day and knocked more leaves off the trees.  They are still beautiful here with lots of bright oranges and yellows left on the maples and persimmons on several trees.

Persimmons grow freely here! A little tart-sweetness in the taste. They say you can predict winter by the seeds in one?!!!

We really love stopping at this campground; full hookups, great views, quiet parking and dark at night! We stop here whenever we are working in southern Illinois, know the good places to eat, and use this campground to recharge our souls. (Notice I recharge in nature? That’s a good thing!). Our next stop will be in Nashville for a Thanksgiving celebration!

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Blue Lakes

Before we left this beautiful area, I wanted to take the dogs out, alone, back into the mountains to breathe the mountain air and fill my soul.  Drew recommended I drive out to the Blue Lakes off Highway 88 (Carson Pass Highway), along Hope Valley Road.

This road follows the West Fork of the Carson River through a wonderful valley and past a few mountain homes finally giving away to complete wilderness.  It’s a 2 lane highway past running water, lots of trees, and along a cut between Markleeville Peak, The Nipple, and Jeff Davis Peak.

We reached the end of the road at the Blue Lakes and drove along Lower Blue Lake.  The land here is made up gigantic smooth rocks with trees growing up through the cracks, it’s a great place for Corgis to run around!

Yep, that is the mountain called The Nipple
Amazing!!!

The wind has twisted most of the trees out here over the years.


So, I let the Corgis out to run around while I walked a little.  Without my hiking boots and cell service, I didn’t want to venture too far out on my own.  There were several campers out here….but it’s too twisty and without full hookups for us to bring the coach out here.  Too sad, I would love to park out away from everything like this to cleanse my lungs and soul daily!
Water running between the Upper and Lower Blue Lakes

Back to those Corgis….. they loved running around on the large flat mountain rocks, chasing each other and barking as much as they wanted!  In the photo just above, you can see a tree and a bunch of bushes growing at the water’s edge and Zeplyn running along the top of the rock.  Well, the Corgis are not accustomed to big smooth rocks that drop of suddenly — sure enough, first Ratchet fell down into those bushes, then, while I was trying to figure out how to get him back up and out, Zeplyn slid down there too!  Now I had 2 dogs scrambling around on the branches just above that water and about 4’ below me trying to figure out how to get back out.  Zeplyn is still young enough (he’s only 8 years old) and was able to claw his way back up the rock and onto the top.  Ratchet is 11 and a bit heavier; no way was he going to scramble up that rock!  I finally figured out how to approach it from the tree side, coax Ratchet over to me by climbing over the branches, and carry him back to the upper side of the rocks!   Whew!!!!

We returned to the car and headed back to Tahoe, snow was coming! We are leaving tomorrow and I’ve got some packing to do!

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