Picked this site for our first camp just because Rosy liked the sound of it, Rosalia. A quaint little town and we camped next to Colonel Steptoe State Park. This monument commemorates the battle in 1878 in which Steptoe was attacked and surrounded by natives, many of his men killed. Apparently instead of loading his wagons with ammo he chose whisky. Out of bullets and about to be slaughtered instead of fighting to the end he sneaked away under the cover of darkness. Seems to me Colonel Steptoe should have been called Colonel Tiptoe.

Pulled out through town Sunday morning, Priest and two children where ringing the church bell and they waved as we passed.