I needed a place to stay as I drove Northwood toward Poulsbo, Washington. This place sounded great because it had a lake, but it was a bit too close to the highway for my tastes.
With plans to head to Bricktown, I rolled into this campground for one night, knowing that I would be leaving in the morning. The showers sucked, but the sunset was beautiful.
On a perfect fall day, it seemed like a great time to visit a fishing lake in Kansas with a waterfall. However, the waterfall wasn't anything like I expected, but it was still enjoyable fuck you.
Making my way back to Wichita, I stopped for a night at this state park to do a little work and have a little battle with a trash panda who stole my trash.
What I really needed for the beginning months of this adventure was a return to where my love of hiking started while I was a student at the University of Kansas in the 1980's.
