followed by a longer stay camping near Isabella, brings our summer/fall adventures to an end. 
It was really quite pleasant. We were able to stay in the site we had scouted last year. It is at the end of the cul de sac and not visited by many.
behind our site ran the Little Isabella River.
It is a river that a friend of mine and I walked up, in the water, to fish for bass. It is also the area where my first, and last, bear hunting experience took place.
Now, it is all about seeing the changing of the colors
and listening to the crackle of a warm fire.
There is just something liberating about being able to start, maintain, and cook over a fire in the "wilderness."
Next year already beckons us north. Or it could be Betty's Pies. Sometimes my beckoning signals get mixed up.
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