After what it seemed hours on top of wild horses going up hills and neve ending hilly dirt roads, we finally found it—the black rock in the middle of the river, from which the campground gets its name. 

And what beautiful, beautiful place in the middle of nowhere—a small camp site with only the perfect few campers which, like us, prefer the solitude of the mountains to four wheelers and such... what pain those noise people are.  Always looking more to the fun they can get than to the respect for nature and the solitude this world needs so much on these crazy days we’re living.

Right below our campsite—the river.  Like a belly overhand, the terrain lays out above the river on a curb, leaning on the one side to the forest, with the amazing views of the mountains above our heads; and the water, crystalline and pure running below, where geese found their natural pool and for hours just stopped swimming and let the waters take them down... slowly and graceful..

I was afraid it was going to be super-hot like our last campout, but instead a beautiful breeze run over the entire place and the tall pines and trees protected us from the intense sun in a most blessed way.

Down at the river there was a part where a natural pool had been established by large rocks so campers could go down and swim and even take baths... 

We walked all the way to where the black rock was and walked atop rocks formations and fished and came back to our camp singing and laughing.  We cooked and eat better than ever thanking God for His amazing love and protection.  We read, sipped coffee and ate watermelons and sleep a long night—deep and happy.

  

The old gypsies got together with some friends and friends of their friends this time and head out to the mountains and rivers.  This time, they rode onto the opposite side of the sun, which meant they rode west, instead of east, which is the way they usually take, and crossed onto another state.

It was fun spending time with friends and getting to meet new friends.  It was hot that Friday afternoon.  So hot that my brain overheated and my body felt very hot and uncomfortable and thus, I put on my swimming suit and walked down to the river by myself... I walked on the rocks and went to sit in the middle of the river—its cold, clean water rushing through my body and my thoughts, until I cooled down and regain my senses...

We sung hymns and worshiped our Heavenly Father with the music of guitars and ukuleles, we share food and told stories until the sun came down and the atmosphere cool down, we talked and got to meet each other and we prayed and laughed and we had such a good time that it never downed to us that we are still living under a mean pandemic and not once thought of wearing our masks or don’t be too close to each other... and later I sat down and regret having done all this...

What were we thinking? 

 Thankfully, everything was fine and everyone is still doing good.

We bless our Lord for his protection, we bless Him for His guidance and we commend ourselves to Him each hour, then, we trust, and we go to work and trust some more and keep praying and wait for His return.