Last Day at Waldo, Last Thursday

 I left for home about noon from Waldo Lake campground and was home just before 2:00. 

It's not a long drive between Waldo Lake and me.

It didn't take me long to pack up either, since I didn't take much.   I loaded my camp gear tote, took down and rolled up the changing tent and that was about it.

However, my kayak was down at the lake calling me.  So out I went one last time.  I didn't go far.   I paddled around Shadow Point, down to First Point and just beyond.  There's a sweet little lagoon and another small Island I call Little Land.   I went to that, then back to First Point and down along First Point to First Point Beach, which is beautiful and back to camp, where I pulled the kayak the 50 or 60 feet from the water, up the soft dirt trail, to my car, then shoved it inside the back beside my camp tote and called it a camp trip.

Goodbye to the Stellars' Jays, the Gray Jays, the chipmunks and the ground squirrels too.

Waldo, I don't want to leave.

First Point, with two of the three Sisters in the background.

Green Point on the left, First Point on the right

Little Land, the island beyond First Point

The wind was blowing from the southwest and creating rapids in the shallow water between Little Land and the shore.

I like to stop at these flat rocks along the south side of First Point.  They stay warm and are great for sunbathing or napping.

There's the beautiful First Point Beach, perfect for a picnic and swimming, then a nap.

Beautiful First Point Beach

And then it was so long Waldo Lake.  I'll  be back if I'm able.  Count on it.  Don't burn this summer PLEASE.

Home before 2:00.  Unloaded most of my things quickly, propped up the empty ice chest to dry out, started laundry, and began the clean up.  I'd had a petsitter but she only had come three times so I had clean up to do.  The cats were overjoyed to see me.  Usually they're not.  They ignore me for days.  Not this time.

It was hard to be back.   I didn't want to be back.  I still don't.