After I saw the dirt campground road with the sandy dirt sites, and the 90 degree back-in between two trees, I understood why O’Leno State Park had reservations available. 🙂
To be fair, when I chose this site online I didn’t know that it was the hardest one to get into in the park. There were others that would have been a breeze to back into.
But, by the time I got the Casita situated, I would have left immediately and gone somewhere else — if there had been somewhere else to go.
I had read that there are some really interesting history and features of nature here, though. So Ron, Sheba and I took off to find some.
The nature center and little museum closed at 3:00, so we missed them. But the little we did see whetted our appetite for more.
I’m especially curious about where the river disappears into a sinkhole and resurfaces again 3 miles farther on. I read that the places where the river disappears and reemerges are not accessible to vehicles — and I doubt very seriously my arthritic hips could stand a 6 mile round trip hike, but hopefully I can at least see where it disappears.
The town that was on this site, settled in the 1860’s, was originally named Keno. However “due to ecclesiastical and commercial pressures” the name was changed to Leno in 1876. O’Leno is from Old Leno. The town was a bustling commercial success until it was bypassed by the railroad and deteriorated into a ghost town.
Tonight my floor feels like a beach. We leashed Sheba to the trailer steps so she could lie on the mat and not get too dirty. She promptly decided she preferred to lie in the sand underneath the trailer. So much for trying to keep the trailer clean while we are here. Sheba is a giant sand powder puff.
But after I came to terms with all the dirt, I am glad we came. The area is beautiful and there is lots to see.