Bambi is quite disappointed in the behavior of his scribe for forgetting to document a short trip that was taken to Fool Hollow Lake State Park back in October of 2018. So, to make amends, I am adding a short post just to satisfy Bambi's need to have some documentation of his myriad travels.
The decision to head out to Fool Hollow Lake State Park was born out of the fact that we had done so much other travel in 2018 (China, Scottish Highlands, Maine), that we had not had time to take Bambi out during the summer. So, we decided to head up to Fool Hollow State Park for a short trip, hoping to catch some fall color in the aspen trees before snow hit the higher elevation mountains.
As with many state parks, we find the campsites to be spacious and generally equipped with hook-ups, at least for water and electricity ... Fool Hollow Lake was no exception. At 6300 foot elevation, near the town of Show Low, Arizona, the lake was named by the locals. In 1885, Thomas Jefferson Adair, decided to farm in the area now covered by the lake. The locals reportedly said that "only a fool would farm in that hollow", and the name stuck ... although the small town of Adair is under the water that forms the lake.
It was a bit too cold to head out onto the lake ... we had borrowed some inflatable kayaks from our friends, Jim and Kathy, but decided not to tempt fate heading out into the water. Instead, we took a hike in the Apache-Sitgraves National Forest, the Buena Vista Trail, a 10 mile loop. It turned into a much longer hike ...
About two miles into the hike, I took off my jacket, which necessitated taking off my backpack and the camera strung around my neck. About half way through the hike, I realized that I no longer had my camera. I guessed that I had left in near a bush where we had stopped to remove jackets ... so, we finished the loop and we re-did the first two miles to find the spot where we stopped. I think that Paul was losing confidence that we'd find the camera ... but, to our joy, we found the camera (exactly where I had left it), and proceeded back to our car ... as I said, it made a long hike much longer (and the cold beer tasted so much better).
Perhaps the embarrassment of nearly losing the camera prevented this humble scribe from documenting Bambi's trip ... who knows ...
But, at least now, there is some retelling of the trip to Fool Hollow State Park and the saga of the nearly lost camera ...
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