I forgot to tell you about yesterday’s cinnamon rolls. When we checked into this campground, we received the usual list of “what’s happening in the park”. Listed on that list was the Saturday morning cinnamon rolls that “are the best you have ever tasted, and you had better come early as they sell out”… Seeing as how we had checked in last Saturday AFTERNOON, I didn’t have a chance to get mine, so I had to wait for AWHOLE week. Well yesterday morning finally arrived and I was one of the first to get into the line (well, I didn’t want them to sell out…). Remembering how good these cinnamon rolls are supposed to be, I bought 3…one for now, one for Louise (knowing darn well she is on a diet and would pass) and one for tomorrow’s coffee. Now I’ve paid my $3, have them in my hand, and heading home to my patio and my fresh cup of coffee. I can just taste that treat I’m about ready to enjoy….ya right !!! Without a doubt, these cinnamon rolls are the worst pieces of pastry that I’ve ever put my mouth around !!! Oh well, lesson learned.
After breakfast this morning, Louise and I decided to hike into the Red Hills, those red hills that rise across the valley from us. Last week we walked over there and did some hiking, but this time we drove to the base of the hill and started there. After paying our $1 fee, we checked out the different trails and decided to take the one that ran up one of the canyons. About the first mile we were walking the red sands of the area, and when we rounded the first bend, we found we would hike on shear rock that lined both sides of a stream. This was really a beautiful scene and we were just about the only hikers around. A little bit up stream we did come across another couple and being Sunday we just knew we would see a lot more soon. At one point, we got to where the water and the steep walls came together. The only way around to the other side was to slide your belly up close to one of the large rock slabs, put your foot into one of the many foot holds that were dug out of solid rock, and grab a hold of a knotted rope.