Oh, my, where to begin?
There’s so much I could write about our stay at Beaverhead Campground on Clark Canyon Reservoir, south of Dillon, Montana.
There’s the day the crew and I explore the canyons of Little Sheep Creek and Big Sheep Creek, near Lima.
A fellow RVer at the campground told us about this area. Although Jim is our neighbor at the campground and I see him messing around with fishing gear, I never see him fishing the reservoir.
I ask him about that.
I also mention Glen Fishing Accesss on the Big Hole River and he surprises me with his lack of interest.
“I’m a ‘crick’ man,” he explains. “I like to walk a small crick — I fish with a bobber — I like to find the holes where the trout are.”
That’s when he tells me about the Sheep Creeks. He plans to boondock up that way after leaving Beaverhead Campground.
NOTE: A reader correctly identified the blossoms (right) as Black Henbane, a poisonous plant found in Montana. Thank you, weather!
The crew and I find a few boondocks during our exploration and they’re okay if you like to fish the “cricks.” I don’t consider them for us because there isn’t internet signal in these canyons.
Yes, there’s a lot more I could write about our stay here.
Like the confrontation between the crew and a rambunctious Siberian Husky roaming the campground with a chewed rope around his neck.. Boy, did Reggie and Roger give that Husky a piece of their minds!
Come to find out, the owner ties the dog to his RV and then hops into his boat for a day of fishing on the reservoir.
Self-centered jerk! Maybe the dog’s job is to protect the precious generator.
The camp host apologizes to me and I tell him, “No need for you to apologize. Irresponsible people are everywhere.”
The camp host is exasperated with people who don’t control their dogs.
“This is the fifth instance of people letting their dog run loose. All five were locals . . . from Butte.”
Unfortunately I don’t have the opportunity to give a piece of MY mind to the owner, although I do express my disapproval to his daughter and son-in-law (as does the camp host).
It would be satisfying to write my rant. However, I must restrain myself. I need to move this blog along because it is slipping further and further away from real time.
It’s hard for me to summarize because, as you may know, I love to tell every little bit of a story.
Saturday, June 17
Gee, I haven’t dumped in ages. When was it? Lud Drexler Campground in southern Idaho? Good heavens!
I think the Best Little Trailer has developed a black hole for a waste tank.
That . . . or I need to hydrate better and eat more fiber!
The camp host informs me there is a dump station at the RV park.
Bureau of Reclamation RV Park, Clark Canyon Reservoir, south of Dillon, Montana
The Perfect Tow Vehicle carries Reggie, Roger, and me across the dam to the RV park on other side.
Here’s “our” campground from a different vantage point (and the blue of the water changes, too!).
One of the first things you may notice about this RV park is the absence of trees.
You may think, “Why would anyone want to camp there? They don’t even have shelters or picnic tables. Yuck!”
Yes, it’s not very appealing until you look at the park through the eyes of a fisher-person and then yuck turns into yay.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You have a boat ramp within walking distance of your door. Every morning and again, later in the day, you set out in your boat to fish. In between you turn on the air conditioner and relax inside or maybe take a drive into town or whatever.
You have all the amenities you need and your front yard can’t be beat!
We toodle down the twisty road to the park.
“Roger, you’re hogging all the photo shots. Give Reggie a turn at the window.”
We stop at the pay station where I fill out an envelope, insert a ten dollar bill, and slide it into the iron ranger.
Ten dollars is the most I’ll pay for dumping (uh-oh, never say never). There are cheaper places, like at the Cenex in Dillon, but I don’t want to drive into town just to dump.
Plus the job needs to be done NOW.
If you know what I mean . . .
Reasonable rates for staying at the RV park:
The camp host says local people pay to park their RV here and then come to the reservoir on weekends.
On our return to our campground, I stop the PTV on the dam.
For about one second because it’s probably a violation to do so. I snap the next photo of Armstead Campground (named for the town inundated by the reservoir).
This is a dispersed camping area, attracting those who prefer to fish a river (the Beaverhead River).
It’s Saturday, so our campground is populated with several weekenders.
Jim has pulled out of his site to go boondocking. In my opinion it’s the best campsite, located higher up than the others, with a grand view of the reservoir and mountains.
Happily I direct the PTV to settle the BLT in that site.
I set up a simple camp and don’t unhitch because we’re leaving tomorrow.
The next photo shows part of the view from our campsite.
Can you blame me for spending so much time pushed back in the lounger?
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