From Geysers to Geezers

And I am one.  It's been a fairly rapid transition from the camps in Yellowstone (Flagg Ranch) to the one here in South Fork (Grandview) and along the way the one in Ogden (Century Park) and the KOA in Moab - all those seemed to have an abundance of younger folks and youngsters playing around in the parks (riding their bikes, running around throwing footballs or yelling and screaming around the pool).  Here it's mostly Geezers and only a sprinkling of some younger folks as we gathered to celebrate the Fourth at a cookout -- everything shifted to the clubhouse because of the rain (which has just nearly stopped).

I had expected to see many youngsters amid the hundred or more campers but, didn't see one -- only one possible teenager (or slightly older perhaps).  The 99% majority was grey haired retirees like myself and most were signed up for at least a month or two or three to spend the summer months in the mountain air and the coolness the locale provides.  I made a platter of my deviled eggs and cut some cantaloupe wedges with strawberries to take to the cookout and by the time I got to the table, my deviled eggs were gone -- all that remained was one made by my neighbor just across from me (at least I got to compare and mine were spicier and tastier, I think).

Darkness has settled in and the rain drops have started to fall again after going back to listen to some local musicians play and the beautiful voice of Chelsea Beck (a newly wed staying in the camp).  Think she had been yodeling champ for a few years but, will need to check and am looking to buy one of her CDs -- they were on the table but, my hip decided I should leave rather than sit in one of the foldup metal chairs.

So maybe another 180 plus sunsets to see for the rest of the year and tonight it passed without a chance to get a look unless I had been on the other side of the mountains.  For now, I am content to be in the comfort zone here in South Fork -- Fishing and Relaxing.