August 9 Theodore Roosevelt NP

Quiet. So very quiet. Can you hear it? A few bird chirps. The cicadas (spelling??) went quiet a few minutes ago. Now if only the buffalo would stroll by!! We spent the night in a Walmart parking lot on our way to the south section of Theodore Roosevelt NP. We were not alone!! About 7 - 10 other RVs were all lined up and hanging out over night.

We are here for two weeks! At $5 a day how can we resist? Our site faces the carved layered stone and green buttes and the sun has just slipped behind them. It would all be so perfect if our water pump didn't keep going on and off! Ken is dutifully cleaning up after dinner - home made pasta sauce by the Italian in me! We watched the sunset as we slurped down dinner at our picnic table surrounded by cottonwood trees rustling in the wind. The Little Missouri River is across the meadow at the base of the butte.

This is a unique time in my life. I'm in a wilderness type environment for an extended period of time with no pressures to be anywhere or achieve anything, just time to contemplate! We'll see how this goes. No TV or Internet at hand. It's a great feeling. Very quieting, releasing expectations and letting each day create itself in this serene and beautiful surround. I loved this weeks lesson showing the purification and elevation of thought and character that brought about the lineage that Jesus was born into. Never knew the connection with Ruth, a truly virtuous woman. I love this clearer understanding of the idea of good dismissing evil or AM - the belief of an evil influence or attraction to evil. God good being the only real attraction.

I sit alone in the last light of the day, flute and guitar music floats into the night sky calling the stars into their place for the big show. I wait to see them shine their borrowed light, assuring us that the sun is shining in Hawaii and just rising over London. Good morning baby Rhys. Have a day of giggles and surprises! And of course a few messy diapers lovingly replaced with fresh by mummy Clear.

No stars yet but the night symphony is here - frogs, crickets sing as bats fly to their next meal. The baby at site 11 has stopped crying its sweet call for its night feeding. Other sites have quieted to bits of laughter and muffled voices all blending into the music of the evening. A small purple/black cloud, new to the sky, hovers over the silhouetted hills in the still dimly lit pale blue sky. How perfectly lovely. Night!