The first week of October found us at Thousand Trails campground in Acton. Where the heck is Acton you ask? Well, I had to figure that out too. Acton is a small town near Agua Dulce along highway 14. It is situated between Palmdale and San Fernando. It's about an hour and a half drive from our home. The campground, owned by Thousand Trails is private and they allow camping only for members and their guests. On this particular weekend, we were invited to stay there by our good friends Kenny and Sherri. The campground is GInormous, covering 266 acres and boasting about a brazilian campsites. Kenny and Sherri are very familiar with the layout, but for us first timers, it was easy to get lost in that place. Yes, it really is that big. Kenny and Sherri have been members there for about 15 years or so. The campground has a pond for fishing, horses for rent, a couple of HUGE swimming pools, several clubhouses, a general store . . . pretty much everything you would need for a really nice week or weekend away.
Somhow or another, we ended up picking the one weekend when the weather decided to get cold. We even got sprinkled on a little bit. But two days after we got home, it was 95 degrees. Hmmm . . . bad timing on our part. Because it was so chilly outside, we decided to go for pizza on Saturday night, rather than cooking and then sitting outside for dinner. Below is a shot of Sandy, Becky and I at the pizza joint.
Here's another pic of Becky at the pizza place. I think this is about as happy as Becky ever gets :-)
Below is a picture of our friends, Kenney, Sherri and their little girl Emily. Emily is Miss Sandy's bestest friend. The two seem to be inseparable.
Here's another shot of Sandy's bestest friend Emily.
As I mentioned earlier, they have horses for rent at Thousand Trails. The rental fee is very reasonable and although we did not climb up on the hurricane deck, we at least said hello to the horses. There was a buckskin that decided to say hello back to me, whinnying and blowing snot all over me. Oh well . . . it could have been worse . . . he could have turned around . . .
Here's a pic of me and the best half of our marriage in front of a mock up western town.
Now, this is more like it!!! Being part Cherokee and part Choctaw, I could appreciate the way those heathens, the Apaches, used to live. None of that crap for us in the civilized tribes. Our people learned to build real houses. Of course, we had the first indian language alphabet too :-)
Near the fishing pond, there was a huge flock of ducks (and one goose) that hung out hoping for handouts. We had some very nice biscuits left over from breakfast, so Emily got to feed the ducks (and the one goose). And by the way, what's up with that one goose? Does he thinks he's just a really, really big duck or something? I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was a goose. He probably deals with enough rejection already . . .
Here's a shot of Boldlygo and our big ol' Dodge. The area that we were camped in was actually a group camp area. However, it was just the 6 of us, our friends in their trailer and us in Boldlygo. It was very nice and peaceful over here. On Saturday morning, we had a Coyote approach the trailer. I went outside and the critter got within about 30 yards of me before he finally winded me and figured out I wasn't his friend. I sure wanted to shoot that thing, but I don't think Thousand Trails would approve of me blasting away in the middle of their campground.
The last picture here is of me dumping the poopies out the back of Boldlygo. This is a ritual that takes place about a half hour before we leave any campsite that includes hookups. It's not exactly the most fun part of the trip . . . but someone has to do it. I haven't talked Sandy into taking on that job . . . yet . . . so for the short term, I will continue to do it . . . and complain :-)
This was a great weekend at a great place with great friends. What more could one ask for?
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