Tuesday, July 18
Noxon Reservoir, northwest Montana
Roger, Reggie and I wake early.
After breakfast the three of us go for a walk.
We head for the day use area at North Shore. On the way we meet a couple originally from Kansas, along with their handsome red heeler named Buster. They’re camping in a tent across the campground lane from us.
“We retired early and traveled in our fifth wheel for several years. Now we keep it simple with the tent.”
Of course, the crew is delighted to meet Buster!
“What a beautiful coat he has,” I remark.
You can tell a lot about people from the way they respond (or don’t respond) to animals. This couple love Buster and are affectionate with Reg and Rog.
The conversation turns to life on the road.
“We like to find a good place to camp and stay there a while. We found we don’t really get to know a place unless we stay a while.”
I agree with them, although we’re leaving tomorrow morning after only two nights at Noxon Reservoir.
There are times for staying and times for moving on.
You can’t see and do it all! Plus our neighbor runs a cheap generator.
He turns it on and then leaves with his boat. I guess the wife stays home to watch the soaps. He turned the generator on a little after a eleven last night, but only for about ten minutes.
Because, gee, he’s a nice guy.
I don’t know how the couple in the tent can stand it. Oh, well, enough of that. Except to say, this is why I only pay for one or two nights until I know what the camp is like.
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All is quiet at the boat dock.
Early bird fisher-people are already out on the reservoir. Others will launch later.
I didn’t punch Rog in the eye. The camera darkens the pigment under his eye.
I amuse myself taking photos.
I enjoy finding tranquil scenes with natural frames like this one. . . “Zen scenes.”
I also enjoy finding and photographing arrangements of different elements.
I take this picture because I know that someday it will transport my memory to being in this moment in this place.
The crew and I return to our campsite and relax.
When not reading, I putter around the Best Little Trailer, regularly untangle the tether for the boys, and take this photo.
Roger and Reggie, my ever-alert and watchful crew!
Around sundown we walk the road away from the campground.
This takes us past country homes, grassy fields, and patches of forests of mixed hardwoods and conifers standing in a sea of ferns.
That’s morning light in the photo — We walk the road again before leaving the next day.
Wildlife is abundant around Noxon Reservoir.
The couple with Buster told me a turkey walked through our campsite at first light. While walking the country road, deer dash across in front of us.
On the return to the campground a fawn emerges from the thick vegetation. We follow her/him up the road to the campground.
The campground host tells me that deer go through the campground frequently. And there are ground squirrels that whistle and squeak from the trees around our camp.
Drives Roger nuts.
BTW, Roger is making wonderful progress with adapting to campground life. He knows he’s not supposed to make a fuss at every person that walks by. Sometimes he forgets and goes full ballistic. The encouraging sign is the way he stops, looks at me, and stops barking when I call him over in a sweet voice.
He’s no dummy. He’d rather be loved on than bark. Well, most of the time.
NOTE: This is another post written previously and scheduled for later appearance, written and compiled in the Perfect Tow Vehicle at a highway turn-out.
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