Rancho Oso RV Park

There is nothing like not knowing where you are going.  Even with GPS, we had our hands full trying to find our RV Park.  Although it was only 12 miles away from our friends' house, it was going to take a long time to get there.

When we turned off the main highway, which in and of itself was not an easy highway due to its up and down hills, was a winding, curvy, narrow road through the National Forest.  We passed through a summer home tract similar to the Holy Ghost, but the cabins were clapboard, one-story homes.  As we neared the turn-off, the GPS told us to go another 1/4 mile and our destination was on the left.  The large sign saying Rancho Oso told us otherwise.  We did not follow the GPS, and it is a good thing.  When we returned, we took the Jeep where the GPS told us to go and this is what we found:

We had no idea how deep the creek is (I suspect it is dry sometimes), but if we had gotten this far with the RV, it would have been a mess!

We began driving up the road to Rancho Oso.  It was even more narrow than the other road, and even more twisting. There were two curves that were so blind, mirrors had been installed:

About a mile down the road we came to the RV park.  It is in the middle of a horse farm, and it is primarily for people who like to ride horses.  Unfortunately, due to the drought, it was more like camping in the desert.  The tree next to us was lovely, however.  I don't know what kind it is, though I have written to ask.  Prairie dogs were everywhere, and we even heard turkeys.  We were not there long enough to really appreciate the place, but we were relieved to actually find it and get checked in.