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I named the upper one Peter, as in Cottontail. -- Photo by Pat Bean

The view out my rear window looking toward the John Martin Reservoir Dam. — Photo by Pat Bean

 

NOTE: I’ve been taking my blog readers on a journey from Texas to Idaho with me as Maggie and I go down the road. But while I’m writing a mile-by-mile travelogue so readers can actually follow me on a map or Google Earth, I may take three days of blogging to describe one day.

The result is that I’m farther down the road than my blog, which has confused readers. I know because they’ve told me. To solve that problem, I’m now adding a footnote to any blogs that are about a specific day of travel that happened earlier in time.

For example, today’s blog is about happenings that took place this past Sunday, and the footnote reads: April 24, Day 6 of the journey.

Travels With Maggie*

I realized when I woke this morning at John Martin Reservoir State Park in Colorado that it was Easter.

And a lovely one it was. Hasty Lake was winking at me in the morning light, robins were searching for worms beside my RV and a pair of mallards were floating and quacking among the reeds along the shoreline. Did you know that the mallard is the only duck that actually quacks.

As I sat, drinking my coffee and reading the news, or as much of it as I could handle for the day, I had a couple of visitors. Most appropriate ones, I might add.

Two small cottontails spent about 10 minutes roaming around my RV. I named the larger of the two Peter, and thought about Thornton Burgess’ “Adventures of Peter Cottontail” that I had so loved as a child. He wrote 26 books about the beloved rabbit, and while I’m sure I didn’t read all of them, I certainly read quite a few.

And now, since I was alone, I sang as much as I could remember of “Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity hop ….”  I suddenly felt like a child again, and at my age that’s a good way to feel.

The tune was still going through my head when Maggie and I got back on Highway 50, which we followed west through several small rural towns to La Junta. Along the way, I noticed quite a few redbud trees just popping with brand new hot-pink buds

They looked exactly like the blossoms of the redbud trees that I had photographed in early March in Harker Heights, Texas. I laughed, thinking that summer was just around the corner when I had left Texas.

It was sort of like being transported in a time machine. First remembering my childhood reading habits and now here I was enjoying spring all over again.

Pat Conroy, one of my favorite authors, sums it up: “Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.”

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While the beaver adorned the campground's welcome sign, rabbits were the main attraction at this quaint South Dakota campground. -- Photo by Pat Bean

Come journey with me through South Dakota for awhile as I relive my explorations of the state during the fall of 2008. 

 “The world has different owners at Sunrise … Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

 Travels With Maggie

Maggie and I settled in for a week at the Beaver Lake Campground so as to have time to explore the nearby sights. Located three miles west of Custer in the eye of the Black Hills and just 25 miles from Mount Rushmore, this delightfully rustic campground couldn’t have been more perfect for my needs.

There were brown rabbits

And there were white rabbits

 There was also a waterslide, but since I was visiting after Labor Day, summer’s last hurrah, it was closed for the season. The friendly campground owners’ other family enticement, however, was still available for viewing. A colony of rabbits freely roamed the campground. The park owner said he wanted to provide something kids could enjoy watching and released a few. Of course you know what rabbits do.

 I guess I’m still a kid because I did enjoy the bunnies ‘ visits outside my RV, especially in the mornings when I sat drinking my cream-laced coffee while my sleep-in canine companion, Maggie, snored the morning away.

 Travel is all about knowing when to hit the road and when to stay put. Thankfully, I usually get this right.

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