This morning started with a close encounter with a member of the local wildlife. I got stung on the butt by a bloody wasp! Ouch, ouch, ouch!
I’ve never before seen such a mean looking bug. Didn’t look anything like our wasps.
(P.S. I was wrong! Saw one in the garden the other day. It's what we call a paper wasp. I still think the one that stung me was way huger and way meaner!)
I’ve never before seen such a mean looking bug. Didn’t look anything like our wasps.
(P.S. I was wrong! Saw one in the garden the other day. It's what we call a paper wasp. I still think the one that stung me was way huger and way meaner!)
This is what it looked like ....
.... and this was where it was hiding, ready to attack.
The campground shower block!
Said goodbye to the groundhogs and of course I didn’t have my camera with me when I went to check out the burrow. Missed out on a good photo as one of them was sitting right in the entrance looking at me. Bugga!
I loved the forest around our camp site.
Traveled through Pennsylvania’s very picturesque countryside into New Jersey.
The freeways quite often are made from concrete and in places can become quite ‘rough’ with the sound of the tyres on the road sounding more like the wheels of a train. The ‘clicketty, click’ is transformed into a very uncomfortable ‘bumpety, bump’. I’m certain we were travelling on the freeway that has the bumpiest bumps in America and I was cursing that blasted wasp by the time we gotten to our days’ destination.
Finding the State Park camping area at Voorhees was accomplished just in time for us to settle in before a storm hit.
The temperatures have been quite oppressive during this trip, most days in the 90s, so the thunder and lightening was a welcome sign that a rainstorm was approaching. Despite not lasting all that long it did manage to cool the evening to a comfortable temperature.
We had the whole place to ourselves ....
.... I wonder why?
Bears were forgotten about when Dad called me out to see my first fireflies. What a gorgeous sight. They just looked like hundreds of ‘Tinkerbelles’; the trees were full of fairies!
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The freeways quite often are made from concrete and in places can become quite ‘rough’ with the sound of the tyres on the road sounding more like the wheels of a train. The ‘clicketty, click’ is transformed into a very uncomfortable ‘bumpety, bump’. I’m certain we were travelling on the freeway that has the bumpiest bumps in America and I was cursing that blasted wasp by the time we gotten to our days’ destination.
Finding the State Park camping area at Voorhees was accomplished just in time for us to settle in before a storm hit.
The temperatures have been quite oppressive during this trip, most days in the 90s, so the thunder and lightening was a welcome sign that a rainstorm was approaching. Despite not lasting all that long it did manage to cool the evening to a comfortable temperature.
We had the whole place to ourselves ....
The campground was really lovely but seemed completely deserted. There wasn’t even an office to book into. I decided that the signs posted saying we were in bear country must have had something to do with it.
The bears had eaten everyone!!!
The bears had eaten everyone!!!
.... I wonder why?
Bears were forgotten about when Dad called me out to see my first fireflies. What a gorgeous sight. They just looked like hundreds of ‘Tinkerbelles’; the trees were full of fairies!
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