Saturday, June 25, 2016

100 and Up


My plans are real foggy. Sometimes I think angels clear the way for me to make last minute deals. I had to leave Buck Hall campground in search of a new place.

Huntington Beach at Murrells Inlet in South Carolina was booked solid. But I daydreamed and occasionally poked at their site.

Meanwhile I called another camp 200 miles way that doesn't take reservations but will at least tell you the odds of getting a spot. The odds looked good, then I inquired about the rates. Much to my shock they had gone up 50% in under a year.

Does that strike anyone as a high increase?

But it's a public park. There seems to be a trend with politicians now to price public parks out of the mainstream. Many politicians rely on the hefty revenues from campgrounds and park admissions. When they want more money they just attack the campgrounds. In this case they raised the rates 50% then shrugged their shoulders.

Take it or leave it.

Most (maybe all?) politicians are heavily paid well beyond what the minions and pissants make. Frankly the politicians don't care one bit. They are so out of touch with reality they have no idea what life is really like for the rest of society.

If politicians were a volunteer job where you only made the bare minimum wage as a token of our appreciation, the world would be a far better place. Life would be more affordable and accommodating. Maybe the lawmakers wouldn't have time to dream up some of the ridiculous laws and fees they put on the books.

Huntington Beach State Park is no bargain, but the bicycle riding around the area is awesome with many dedicated paved bicycle paths that are seldom used. As a bonus, many are in shady forests and rides by beatific marshlands. Birds, alligators, deer, turtles, ducks, are there for the eye candy as is foliage in a rainbow of colors.

Somebody cancelled at Huntington Beach and my friend who was due to depart for the great white north, decided to splurge on the 3 day availability and camp with me a bit longer.

So here we are.

The heat wave has made it very difficult for me to get to the beach. It's a long walk. The sand is way too fluffy for me to plow my bicycle across. So last night at sunset, we walked to the beach.

The dog was ecstatic. Even though we forgot his beach ball, he quickly found a crab to play chase. We laughed at him chasing the crab, running from the crab, sneaking back up on the crab and occasionally barking at it. Finally the crab fast and furious dug a hole and vanished. Harley tried to dig him up but to no avail.

Free entertainment.

The sound of crashing waves, the warm water upon bare feet, the endless ocean view, the sand crabs and a silly doggy playing chase.

Life is goof.

Outside thermometer stuck on my kitchen window.

Thank you for stopping by. 
We woke up alive and life is goof!

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