BEACH CAMPING II
The last article on Beach Camping was ended before much of the fun began. I thought things were going as good as possible. I was wrong. After I posted the story, festivities really picked up and got rockin’. I met some of the nicest people ever and enjoyed watching the lake come alive. It was so much fun that I could not leave you out.
The Easter egg hunt just up the beach brought out a lot of children, as they say, young and old. People took chairs out into the water so they could sit and fish. Fortunately, boaters paid attention and none of the anglers became targets. I did not see a single detached head bobbing around in the water. As Martha would say,” That’s a good thing.” However, I missed the photo of the day when a seagull dropped a gooey present on a little boy’s hand. He froze and stared at the hand like it had been totally violated. His mouth opened wide, terror in his eyes; he started trembling and went into a slow-motion crying jag that built up to one deafening shriek which brought his parents running from different directions.
An attractive young woman named Crystal got my attention with her marvelous tattoos. New Mexicans seem to have a real affinity for body art. Now, some of it is art, but some of it makes one wonder how empty the Tequila bottle was when someone asked for that particular tat and someone else made the attempt to scribe the ridiculous thing into the other’s skin. In Crystal’s case her body art is just that. The shoulder took five hours. That, my friends, is dedication to one’s art.
There was a general feeling of affability that fused a huge group of strangers into a big party of friends. Laughter was common; the smell of charcoal cooking lasted all day and it was especially heart-warming for me to see how well young parents cared for their children. A whipping post was totally unnecessary. I was amazed.
A ranger patrol boat spent most of the day floating in the cove we had turned into a carnival. Once it was obvious that they were not there to harass people or curtail genuine fun they blended in like everyone else.
The next morning it was a little unsettling to see that the water had risen so high that coolers were floating, chairs and tables were turned over and carpets were submerged. In some cases the water came right up to the campers steps.
Between the high water and blowing sand many vehicles were now stuck. People with big 4-wheelers ran around with tow straps helping everyone get out. Just another day on a desert lake beach. These are plucky people. As one local told me, “Sand ain’t nothin’ but tiny rocks. No worries.”
After being unshod for three days it was necessary to put on sandals to drive; it is the law, a silly one I think. A better law would be prohibiting driving without a brain, or pants. That would make spilling convenience store coffee in your lap very inconvenient.
So now I am back on the grid with electric, water and a covered concrete patio. The sun just dissolved into the distant mountains and the sky is displaying its usual beauty of bright pink, teal and blue streaks. Tomorrow a fruit smoothie in the blender, a wild caught salmon steak on the Barbie and jazz on the stereo is my answer to civilized living. How long this will last is anyone’s guess.