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| Cedar Vue Campground at Lake McConaughy |
May 25
Before
I even arose things were not going well. Seems I had parked my tent in
the same spot as the avian latrine. On three occasions I was
dive-bombed, the poop projectiles finding purchase on the screen, but
not puncturing my inner domain, thank God. The situation worsened
before dawn, when a starry sky was replaced by rain clouds. I had
enough warning to apply the fly; however, I did have to batten down the
hatches until nine A.M., when a break in the weather allowed me to
decamp.
The woeful early morn was quickly forgotten as I
climbed to the rim of the reservoir and gained my first view of Lake
McConaughy. I admit, I haven't used the word scenic to describe
Nebraska too often, but in this case little
else in our diction would better fit. The walk was a joy. The huge
lake is nearly twenty five miles from east to west and Highway 92 bobs
and weaves across the northern hills, following like a puppy dog. The
mind is left to wonder what will be found at the next crest and the
result is often spectacular. The lighting on this day could have won an
Academy Award, the partly cloudy sky opening enough to allow the
occasional ray in, illuminating the green and brown hills, the clear
blue water, and the white beach. Some serious eye candy.
Alas,
the thrill could only last so long. By late afternoon the menace of
precipitation had closed in again. I was forced to hide in my hobbit
hole once more.
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