Lakehead Campground, Lake Shasta

We didn't have any plan at all as we took to the road again today. So Brian drove, and I was able to relax and enjoy the scenery.

It isn't fun to unhook the trailer in the dark, however, so we decided on a place we found on the internet called Antlers RV Park. As we drove down the road to the park, it seemed that we had gone the wrong way. We found ourselves on a rather narrow road, with no traffic, and only brown state park signs pointing to boat launches and picnic tables. There was always a chance we could end up at a dead end with no way to turn around, a nightmare in an RV.

Then we saw a truck carrying a huge houseboat come swaying down the road towards us to turn off at the boat launch we saw. The people standing on the boat confirmed the existence of the RV park, so we were able to continue on, mostly worry free. Apparently, this park, located on Lake Shasta, also rents houseboats.

After all that, we found that the park was closed, had a terrible map, and small spaces. It's a shame. We were one of maybe three campers staying there. It would have been nice to have a whole campground to ourselves. Anyway, we left Antlers and proceeded to Lakehead Campground, which was the other way on the same exit. There it was still pretty empty, but there were actual people there.

We set up our trailer and hiked around for a bit, coming across the deer and the field of flowers.

By that time, it was already past 8pm, I think, so we headed back to have dinner. It was a cool night, so Brian decided to start a fire. There was plenty of deadfall, so he had fun dragging boughs and branches to our site. When Brian got carried away with his firewood gathering mantivities, he was stuck with two huge boughs and no way to fit them into the firepit.

We joke sometimes about doing man stuff, because I do most of the stereotypically categorized things, including all hose connections on the RV, cables and wiring of electronics, tech support, trash removal, and a few random mechanical things. So I suggested that he could up his manstuff ante and break his boughs across the log bench supplied by the campground.

I'm sure you can imagine the chest-beating that followed. In the background, Zorah jumped up and down in excitement.

So we had burgers by the fire until it got too buggy and went inside to call it a day.