Saturday, October 4
Bridget and I board the Perfect Tow Vehicle and head into town.
I want a milkshake to soothe my sore throat.
At the drive-thru window I pick up a chicken sandwich and a chocolate shake. Oh, that shake feels good going down! I’ve had a cold for a few days. I think I picked it up at the grocery in Duchesne.
I’d like to toodle over to Barrett’s Grocery and buy a gallon of ice cream to take back to camp. Well, that would spread this cold to someone else, just like it was given to me.
On the way home I stop to photograph horses and a burro at the ranch in Round Valley.
I can’t resist photographing livestock! Here’s a red-headed beauty . . .
Throughout the afternoon Bridget and I alternate between lounging in the sun or napping inside the Best Little Trailer. I read a little bit.
A walk at dusk wraps up our activity for the day. We go to bed early.
Sunday, October 5
I’m thankful that the clingers parked behind us were quiet all night. I’m also glad they didn’t leave a porch light on. Next to noise, my next pet peeve is artificial light shining in our window all night.
Bridget and I would’ve slept very well if it weren’t for me waking up with fits of coughing.
After breakfast we walk up the road and find another campsite.
Hmm. . . . If we’re still at Ivie Creek at the end of the week, maybe we should move up here to avoid having weekend clingers next to us. I’ll be over this cold by then and able to move camp.
There’s a possibility the forest service ranger would knock on our door.
Usually the forest service frowns upon camping close to a campground. However, we see a fire ring and evidence of someone camping in this site not too long ago. Things are pretty lax around here. I think the forest service has acquiesced to the desire of the locals to have free camping. I’ve seen lots of locals at Ivie Creek . . . including those of the bovine kind.
. . . to the sneezing, runny nose, watery eyes, slight fever, and stuffed up head stage. I’m drinking Emergen-C (1000 mg. of Vitamin C) twice a day, as well as hot tea with honey. For the second night in a row, supper is a bowl of chicken soup. I always keep chicken soup on hand for situations such as this — A lesson learned when I first became single several years ago.
The man is in the process of hitching up the fifth wheel as I type this. I’ve been hoping they are weekend campers. Yay!
This isn’t much of a post. Oh well, colds happen.
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