“Sue? Sue? It’s time to say goodbye.”
It’s Michael at my door. He promised after dinner yesterday that he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye this morning.
“Oh, Michael. I hate to see you go. I’ve enjoyed your company very much. And dinner was fun.”
“Yes, it was, wasn’t it.” Then he adds, “Maybe we’ll see each other again. I come back here every August . . . early August.”
He pets Bridget and Spike and gets in his truck. I wave him goodbye. Michael is going to a place his mother loved on the east side of the Glacier Mountains. She died last spring and Michael is going to spread her ashes there.
I enjoyed being served dinner yesterday.
Michael slices bratwurst lengthwise and stuffs them with sauerkraut. Then he puts triangles of pepper jack cheese on top. He has a grill he hooks up to his propane tank. Accompanying the bratwurst on the grill are yellow onion halves he’s brushed with oil. I’m surprised how good the onions come out. The bratwurst doesn’t surprise me at all. Those three ingredients together are bound to be good!
A simple meal with wine enjoyed outside at dusk with interesting company.
I’m so proud of Bridget and Spike. They’re angels! They are so quiet in their pen that I forget all about them. I do notice Spike licking Bridget’s ears. When he does that, it means he’s happy. And he’s always happy when we socialize.
Today looked like it would be a scorcher.
Then, strangely, a powerful wind blows through the canyon and it becomes pleasantly cool. It’s been hammering us ever since, bringing in the smoke from the Idaho fire to the southwest.
It is so smoky that it’s hard to make out the RVs at the park across the lake. The crew and I are inside to get away from the blowing sand and smoke that stings our eyes.
The weather is unpredictable on Clark Canyon Reservoir.
Now the crew and I are the only campers, except for a truck camper on the other side of the campground and the camp host. I didn’t take many photos today because of the weather.
I’m glad I have internet connection to keep me occupied while keeping out of the wind.
Canine Corner: “I Was Only Doing My Job” by Spike
“I got rvsue in trouble today. Early this morning the Bridge and I went out to do our business. Usually we go right back inside, have a little kibble, and hit the sack. Well, this morning I was feeling frisky so I decided I’d patrol the campground. You know, sniff out any intruders, strange dogs, stinky campers. I’m doing such a great job that rvsue comes along, picks me up, and carries me all the way home in her arms.
Then later the lady camp host comes by and says, “You know your dog was wandering around the other end of the campground this morning.” I pretended not to hear but she sounded kind of grumpy toward rvsue. Wandering! As hard as I work! She should count her blessings I’m here on the lookout for trouble. Some people got no gratitude.”