We needed a new starter and the shop had one, so by ten we were off again. We decided to check out the ‘fishing hole’ our tow truck driver had told us about. Sportsman Park. Not much to it, but it had trees and water. I made sandwiches and we feasted there, happy to be on the road and doing the rv thing. The mechanic mentioned that he had a buddy who was planning to be fishing there also, and, sure enough, he and his son showed up. They tried to help us with our pitiful cheap fishing pole, but, to no avail. The fish were biting, but not for us. 
We made the best of it, but it was very hot and windy there. I asked the local guy where we might go to ‘get into some water’ since we had planned to be at a lake in California, but hadn’t made it. He told us of a place about 70miles away, so we packed it up and were off. Out, then up HWY 376, then left at Kingston to Groves Lake. Ten miles of ‘improved road’ next to a rushing stream and we arrived in a beautiful valley filled with a man made lake. The light was lovely just then, so before anything else I took some photos.
Groves Lake, Nevada
We ‘boondocked’ here for two nights. So quiet it was hard to sleep, but we did. The water in the lake was ice cold, but we went in. Ate like kings out in the middle of nowhere, and the kids had a ball exploring. Didn’t see hardly a soul. And I couldn’t stop singing “The Sound of Music” songs, as the hills were green and lovely.
The kids were real troopers and we were feeling like we really were on vacation.
