How could your day be anything but spectacular when it starts out with a sunrise like this?
The perfect day for an Easter weekend, with more of the same tomorrow, the mid-80s, humidity in the teens. A little breezy in the afternoon, but by then, most of the boaters were headed for shore anyway.
I didn't do anything but walk around a little bit. There's a lot of traffic on the State Park roads and bunches of people and RVs everywhere you look, so I mostly stayed out of the way and in my own somewhat peaceful and quiet boondocking spot up on top of the ridge.
I can still hear the music and the contractor generators down on the beach, but it all blends into a hum, so I can't distinguish the music from the generators. But, of course, some music is indistinguishable from the roar of a generator under normal conditions anyway, so I figure this is the price I pay for being around a holiday crowd, so I don't let it bother me; I know Monday morning it will all be over.
There is some good that I get to see in all of this, and I would say the best thing is the families. It's really great to see families out camping with the kids. There are so many kids today that need that but, for one reason or another, never get the experience.
It does take a lot of time and effort to carry the family camping, and a lot of housework and yard-work has to be put on hold. But spending quality time with the kids is worth every minute of it, even though it may take 18 years to see the final payoff.
Seeing some flashing red lights and cops going by I moseyed down Ridge Road towards the beach to see what was going on, and my years of living in Miami Florida told me immediately what this was... This was a crime scene and they were looking for bodies and evidence.
In Miami, where I lived for many years, you have Colombian drug cartels meeting with Haitian drug gangs, and mediated by Guatemalan MS 13 gang members there are frequently misunderstandings where 10 or 15 people end up very dead, some would be gang members, others were just folks in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And no doubt that's what was going on here....until I came to my senses and realized I was no longer in Miami!
Turns out it was just volunteers putting out Easter eggs for the kidlets to find.... BORRRING !!
sometimes I miss Miami, it was a dangerous place to live, but it was certainly exciting.
But now with people from all over the world pouring over the border just like we had in Miami back in the day, I might not be missing Miami too much longer, the Miami excitement may soon be coming to a hometown near us all.
I was watching this guy on his "personal watercraft" jumping over boat wakes... Which we old time Mariners refer to as water bumps.
He seemed to be having a great time jumping over things in his Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah boat that had R.I.P emblazoned across its sides.
But suddenly there appeared an extremely rare purple breasted, green lipped, New Mexico water buzzard circling around Mr. go for broke, and his Rest in Peace watercraft. Which is a very bad omen to old salts like myself.
Then in the blink of an eye, so quick I didn't even get a picture, Mr. precarious goes flying over the handlebars in a most ungraceful matter, and has to swim back to his boat which at the moment is "resting in peace" waiting for him to climb back aboard.
He made it safely back to his truck despite the dire warnings of the New Mexico Water Buzzard. And now all he has to worry about is can he get that rig out of the water and up the hill through the sand.
And speaking of getting through the sand. This black Chevy on the left is driving on obviously well used paths that go up and down the beach. And, as you can see in the picture below, the Chevy has four-wheel-drive, and knobby tires, but he's having all kinds of problems.
He's stuck while on the trail, and it took a lot of tire spinning to get him moving again. I can't tell from the pictures if he has Positraction or not, which I do, and it does help a lot driving in the snow like I used to have to do. He's got Texas plates on his car, whatever that means.
So my pitiful tires with ribbed tread instead of gnarly knobs, wouldn't stand a chance on the beach. And no the bronco wouldn't add traction, its weight would just make my narrow tires sink deeper into the sand.