After our time spent in Colorado and Utah, I miss that ‘in your face, knock your socks off’ kind of scenery. Although I find plenty of beauty around the RV Park, it just takes a little more effort to find it.
Every day I make it a point to either bike or walk around the Park seeking out things to photograph. Allow me to share a little
incident story that happened during our second week at the RV Resort…….
It’s a beautiful Phoenix, Arizona, afternoon. I go for a stroll around the RV Park with camera in hand; searching for life’s little beauties. I’m in my own little world enjoying the flowering cacti, the ducks near the pond, and butterflies. Oh, yes the butterflies.I’ve attempted to photograph butterflies in the past with virtually no success. Today is different. I’m excited. A few of these lovely guys held still long enough, allowing me to snap a couple of really nice shots.
I’d like to continue snapping away but nature calls. I’ve already been standing with my legs crossed long enough. I really gotta go! I’m just around the corner from the pool and restroom. I quickly head in the direction of the ladies room entrance on the street side. After using the pool several times this week, I’ve gotten in the habit of using the restroom and showers. The women’s restroom is off to the right and the men’s is off to the left. Pretty easy.
Just outside the restroom, I stop. Ooh, ah…..there’s another butterfly. I cross my legs again and snap a few more photos. Deep in thought, I quickly run into the restroom on the right, pick the first stall, put the toilet seat down and ahhh….relief. Hum, I wonder, “Why was the toilet seat up? Cleaning was hours ago”. And just as my eyes got big with disbelief, I hear a man’s voice, then a second one. “Oh no, I didn’t?”
Oh my gosh, what do I do now? I scooch my obviously female, painted toed feet back in an attempt to hide them. I really don’t want to be discovered. It crosses my mind to step out, politely excuse myself, and admit my blunder profusely apologizing, but the camera slung over my shoulder screams otherwise. “You couldn’t bring the pocket camera today, could you?”
Well as it happens, I picked the stall at the end giving me a good visual of most of the toilet and shower area. I peer between the stall door. I see one of the men at the end who had just come from the pool and was preparing to take a shower. Oh, no, no, no …..do not take off your pants, please. Thank goodness he entered the shower stall with swim trucks on.
Then the other guy walks toward a toilet stall. I quickly back toward the wall wondering if I should stand on the toilet seat so my feet are not seen. Oh dear…..how long will I be stuck in here? With both men behind doors, I do a final scan between the panels before bolting out of there.
With heart pounding, head down, I don’t slow my pace or look back until I’m well away from the restroom, not knowing and frankly not caring if anyone saw me bolt.
I have my camera slung over my neck and am reminded of some of the other shots I was hoping to capture today. There’s these really cute gazebos in the pool area and the lighting is perfect.
I walk back to the pool area, put my hand on the gate….I can’t go in. What if someone saw me running out of the men’s room with the camera? My mind runs rampant….. “There she is. Catch that women. She was taking photos in the men’s room”. Oh the shame! I have two more months scheduled at this RV Park. I envision the whispers and pointing fingers as if I’m wearing a scarlet letter; V for violator.
No, the desire to photograph anything is long gone. I rush back to the safety of my RV with every intent of not telling a single soul about what just happened.