In this post RVSue and her canine crew are camped in Targhee National Forest northwest of Spencer, Idaho. The pics don’t match the story line, so don’t let them confuse you.
The day Reggie, Roger, and I settle into our camp in Van Noy Canyon, we meet a man.
I’m in my lounger reading a book and the crew is playing on a quilt-pallet nearby. The man comes trudging up the lane.
“Hello!” he calls out as he walks over to us. “I’m looking for a place to put my fifth wheel. Can we camp next to you? I don’t want to crowd you, but I’m not sure I can take my rig up this road any further and find a place to turn around.”
Oh, geez. I really don’t want a neighbor. I really don’t!
“My daughter and son-in-law are coming on Friday and we want to camp together. We’re going to ride the quads. I hope that won’t bother you.”
Think fast, think fast, think fast!
“I walked up this road with my dogs and there’s a really nice, grassy area on the righthand side where you could camp. It looks level. Plenty of room for all of you to camp and room to turn around. In fact, there’s a gravel turn-around place up there, too. I think you’ll like it there.”
I hope, I hope, I hope!
The man says he’ll walk up the road and check it out.
Later, on his return to his rig, he tells me they will camp at the place I suggested.
Whew! Nice man, but I came up here for peace and quiet, not people and noise.
The second day at this camp, the afternoon is hot. However, if you’re in the shade it’s comfortable.
The man returns to our camp.
“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you about this. We’re camped up where you said, but there isn’t as much shade there and it’s hot.” He adds, “It’s my wife. She can’t stand the heat.”
“Gee, I’m sorry about that. There’s shade here in the morning, but in the afternoon you’re going to have full sun on your rig. But if you want to move next to me, it’s okay. I’ll probably leave in a day or two anyway.”
The man thanks me and leaves to bring his rig down to our camp.
Hmm . . . . Tomorrow another rig with a utility trailer with quads will sit next to us right in the view of the mountains. I’m going to resent the heck out of that. Well, I don’t feel like driving, so the best solution is for us to move to another camp in this forest.
The Best Little Trailer is still hitched to the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
I secure the inside of the BLT, remove the chocks, toss the outdoor stuff and the meatheads into the PTV, and we pull out.
We pass the couple and their rig on our way further into the forest. They’re preparing for their move. We exchange friendly waves.
The road becomes narrow, rocky, and, in some places, badly rutted. I park the PTV and open the passenger side door.
“Okay, cuties. We need to walk this road.”
We find a lovely campsite!
It’s a large, grassy clearing with a fire ring and a mix of sun and shade. Huge pines provide the shade. The site is ringed with young aspens. We return to the PTV and she hauls us and the BLT into the new site.
“You know, crew? I think this camp is better than the other one. I’m a happy camper. Are you happy campers?”
Wiggling bodies and wagging tails = Yes we’re happy campers!
NOTE: Unfortunately I didn’t take a photo right away and then the cold and rain came and I never did get a pic of the campsite. Bad RVSue.
Funny thing about playing musical campsites . . .
The next day, after the couple moved to our former campsite and we moved to the new campsite, the brief heat wave gives way to cold and rain.
I bet those folks are wishing they had the sunshine of their former camp!
The crew and I camp in the forest only a few days, arriving on Wednesday, June 7, and leaving on Sunday, June 11.
When the rain stops, the OHVers come up the road and our peaceful forest environment takes on an atmosphere of Wilderness Theme Park.
We’ve been here long enough anyway. Time to move camp!
A report on Roger’s adjustment to his new home and how Reggie feels about it all!
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