Back on the open road, we felt a sense of adventure. We’d never travelled through this part of California before. Who knew when a great discovery might be at hand?
Ah, it’s just a minor setback. We tried to be positive, but that was short-lived. The map directions to our reserved campsite didn’t match the phone map. We drove cautiously down a narrow undeveloped road for some way (as we thought this couldn’t possibly be the right direction) and then Prosser Creek Reservoir appeared with some RVs and campers parked not far away.
We decided there should be time for a short evening stroll. A trail bisected the road not far past our campsite. The sign for the left trail indicated the way to a Donner Party memorial. (In case you didn’t know, the Donner Party were wagon train pioneers who got caught in a snowstorm. To survive, many ate those who had died.) We chose to go in the opposite direction.
After a day on the highway, the quiet woods calmed us with a stillness and isolation from others. We noted wildflowers and birds – and only one far-distant fisherman wading in a river. This was the perfect walk, we thought.
When the sky got dark, we called it a night and headed back to the tent. Before sleep, we burrowed into our sleeping bags and looked up at the sky. The stars above were the last thing we saw before we drifted off.
The road closed, the road opened up. Our advice: expect road closures along the way and glory in the beautiful scenery of life.