Camping at Catherine Creek
I’d been and maybe even camped here years ago. Catherine Creek was a favorite spot for brother-in-law Jack and wife Debbie. In preparation for two days of camping every inch of their Jeep stuffed with camping equipment, baby accoutrements, fishing gear, dogs and accompanying dog supplies. I confess to a secret amusement and no small sense of superiority, I could fit all my camping gear and husband and dog into a two-seater car with a minimal trunk. My station wagon this trip was filled with camping gear (no baby equipment), a teeny space for Molly’s dog bed squished on top a box of supplies, barely enough room for her to stand without hitting her head on the ceiling. Good thing she’s old and doesn’t want to stand up that much and in any event has very short legs. The air circulation in the car was disturbed, the down side of this arrangement. Molly’s dog-breath kept fouling my air space until I figured out how to blow the air conditioned air up onto the ceiling and send that smel...