Friday, May 7, 2010 - Crossroads RV Park, Lyndon KS
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Walking Trail, Crossroads RV Park, Lyndon KS, May 6, 2010
I'm taking a break
I'm going to stay here the weekend and see if I can't get caught up on some website maintenance I've been having a hard time finding a big enough block of time so I can concentrate on it. This is a nice quiet park with a mile or so of hiking trail and should work just fine for the purpose.
Besides, I need to slow down a little - I'm way ahead of schedule on my trek east. Sometimes my planned stopping points don't work out. The park or Walmart I have figured for a night camp sometimes has the wrong vibe and I keep moving.
Passport America
I joined the Passport America discount camping program and have been staying at some of their member parks. This is one of them, probably the best I've found so far. My standards are pretty modest but I've come across a couple of older parks that gave me the willies. Passport America has some screening to catch up on.
Night camp
Site 28 - Crossroads RV Park & Campground, Lyndon KS
- Crossroads RV Park & Campground is a new 42 site park on US-75 about 2 miles north of Lyndon KS. It's nicely shaded and surrounded by farmland with a mile or so of hiking trails.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Crossroads RV Park & Campground on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
It's No Use Arguing Tastes with a Cow
By what appears, furthermore, to be the compensating justice of Nature, the treasures of the earth are always hidden in the most unattractive, dismal, and dreary spots. At least all the mining places I ever visited are so located, and Bisbee is no exception. To get away from the cramped little village and its unsavoury restaurant, I established my first camp four miles south of it on a commodious and pleasant opening, where we could do our own cooking. But here a new annoyance, and rather a curious one, was met with. The cattle of the region evinced a peculiar predilection for our wearing apparel. Especially at night, the cows would come wandering in among our tents, like the party who goes about seeking what he may devour, and on getting hold of some such choice morsel as a sock, shirt, or blanket, Mrs. Bossie would chew and chew, “gradually,” to quote Mark Twain, “taking it in, all the while opening and closing her eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if she had never tasted anything quite as good as an overcoat before in her life.” It is no use arguing about tastes, not even with a cow.