Can you spot the potty? – Day 46 (3634 miles)

We had forgotten to show you one of the extras that John had purchased to make wild (or primitive as it is called here) camping a little more comfortable.

Our en-suite bathroom!

The solar shower is more of a trickle than jet but it is better than nothing when there is no other option.

We won’t go into the workings of the toilet!

We used the shower at the Sand Dunes as there were only loos on site and the next outing was proper wild camping at an area called Texas Creek.  We were meeting our nephew Willy and his wife Gina and their daughter the very lovely Grace (not that Willy and Gina aren’t lovely too!)

 

We arrived in UK type camping weather and had to sit in the car for half an hour before the rain stopped!

Luckily the ground was sandy and at this altitude the humidity is low so it wasn’t long before it was dry enough to set up camp.

As you can see our shower/potty tent blends in perfectly with the surroundings!  Those of you from the UK and of a certain age may recognise the stripy windbreaker to the right.  Much used by many families  for UK beach and camping holidays during recent decades.  In the US where there is every conceivable item available for camping and leisure it is surprising how many times we have been asked where this came from? and told what a good idea it is!  There maybe a gap in the worldwide camping market here, a quick re-design with lightweight poles and fabric and it could be a money spinner!  One for you Will Wilkins.

The reason we had chosen this spot was so John, Willy and our other nephew Mick could fish in the creek.  They didn’t catch much but it was such a pretty spot it didn’t matter. 

Gina, Grace and I played in the water, the disturbance may have been why the fishing wasn’t great!

It as a warm day and evening so we were in and out of the van a lot.  We managed to keep most of our food in sealed containers but a loaf of bread was left on the front seat when we went to bed.  John heard some rustling in the night (I was comatose as usual) but couldn’t find the source of the noise.  In the morning there was definite signs of chewed bread and we had visions of a small mammal nesting in the van upholstery ?.  We set a bread trap the next night but there was no sign so hopefully whatever it was left when John disturbed it.

Bye for nowx