Yesterday morning the people in the end spot by the lake leave and we move down there. It’s like being pretty much alone at the park. All the other spots full of RVs are behind us. Nice.
Yesterday we explored the park. We find two trails and explore them a bit.
We sit in our spot by the lake and enjoy relaxing in the sun. The temp has rising into the mid-70’s.

Today we get up and walk the Cliff Trail to the Visitor’s Center. This takes us by some of the other lakes and gives me a beginning understanding of the geology of the area and how the lakes came to be.
They’re really spring fed sink holes. Here’s how they are formed.

On the map is one lake called Devil’s Inkwell. Gotta see this one!
The trail where it goes under an arch of Salt Cedar trees. Not native and crowd out native species. They love salty ground and water.
Off the sides of the trail are many area that are flooded by rain or high ground water. The evaporating water leaves dead and salt encrusted ground and plants.
Most of the small lakes are nondescript. But…
…as we near the Visitor’s Center there’s a steep path up to a cliff. We go up and there below us is Devil’s Inkwell. I can see how it’s got the Inkwell part of the name. No idea about the Devil part unless it’s the red rocks.
At the Visitor’s Center I talk with a Ranger for awhile about the area. I ask him about the sink hole phenomenon. If the underground water is dissolving the limestone/gypsum rocks, isn’t the whole area basically Swiss cheese under our feet? He agrees. Well, how often then does a new sinkhole show up? He says the last one was about 50 years ago. The existing one’s are constantly shifting as the cliffs loose footing and rocks occasionally fall. Yes, I had that thought on the cliff above Devil’s Inkwell… So, here I am in an unstable place like the cavern. Shifting land and water structures. It’s fascinating that these thoughts are present here in new territory, but they don’t occur to me in SoCal where earthquakes can shift the land form in a long second. How we grow accustomed to known consistency…
Back at camp I head over to the covered picnic tables by the beach. I saw a power receptacle there and want to see if it’s live. If so, it’s a place to plugin the laptop and do some work. This park has wifi. Slow, but working. Nope. The power is off. So, I’m back to my solar charger, which works pretty well in full sunlight.
After eating dinner we’re sitting at the picnic table as the light dims. Sherman is laying down at the edge of the concrete pad and a rabbit comes up from behind a rock and walks up to within 2 feet of him and freezes. Sherman freezes. They stare at each other for at least a minute and then the rabbit turns and dashes away. Sherman looks at me like, “Did you see that?!”