Sunday, June 11
The crew and I break camp and move out of Targhee National Forest. Before driving the short distance to board Interstate 15, a pause at a stop sign gives me a chance to take a photo.
Remember the horses? Here they are again. . .
And a few flower photos that didn’t make it into a previous post . . .
The next photo shows another nice boondock, located near the second one we enjoyed.
Reggie, Roger, and I enter Montana!
Interstate 15 takes us north out of Idaho and into Big Sky Country.
I pick a campsite at a familiar campground.
I camped here with the original canine crew. Beaverhead is a Bureau of Reclamation campground on Clark Canyon Reservoir. The campsites are well spaced and have a large shelter, picnic table, fire ring, and a level, gravel parking pad.
Our first day the weather is pleasantly in the 70s. The next couple days are chilly and rainy. Snow collects on the mountaintops.
The reservoir is gray to match the clouds. Ahh . . . Montana in June . . .
Shortly after our arrival, I email an RV service center in Butte to request an appointment for the bent jack, the propane heater with a leak, and a check of the 12-volt system in the Best Little Trailer.
I receive an email telling me that the next opening for a service appointment is 90 days from now.
Well, that’s not going to work.
The cynical part of my nature has me wondering if it would be a 90-day wait for a humongous, super-expensive, multi-slide motor home, rather than an itty-bitty fiberglass trailer.
No, that couldn’t be why. Stop it, RVSue. Paranoia is not a good look for you.
The camp host couple here at Clark Canyon Reservoir is friendly and helpful, the way camp hosts tend to be.
I’ve found camp hosts to be great resources for information pertaining to the local area.
“Do you know a good vet in Dillon?” I ask.
“Do we? Oh my gosh! Take your dog to Dillon Animal Clinic . . . . ” and they proceed to rave about the care their little 3-pound yorkie receives there.
Samantha, the yorkie, has a serious auto-immune disease. She cannot walk on the ground or she’ll become ill.
Hence, she is kept inside their motor home all the time, unless sitting on a lap outside or riding in the car. They have a litter box for her.
Good thing she isn’t an 80-lb. retriever!
Anyway . . .
I really like receiving an endorsement for a veterinarian, auto shop, or whatever from someone with experience rather than picking a place at random.
Wednesday, June 14
Temperatures have warmed up and the sun is shining as the crew and I motor north on the interstate 15 for nineteen miles to Dillon.
We combine a trip to Safeway with a stop at Dillon Animal Clinic. (My phone is garbage so I couldn’t make a phone call like normal people do.)
I make an appointment for the first available date for Roger’s neutering surgery, vaccinations, heart worm test, and microchip.
I also set up an appointment for Reggie for the same day. The appointment is for the following week.
That’s okay. I like our camp, it’s free, and we can stay up to fourteen days.
Okay, here’s an illustration of why I don’t like getting behind on my blog posts. In real time, as I write this, the appointment with the vet has passed.
Those of you who read comments already know that Roger’s surgery is a success and he’s recovering nicely. And he’s doing everything the vet said he shouldn’t do, like hop and jump and play rough with Reggie.
I try to control him. I give up after about two minutes.
You would, too.
(See illustration below.)
(Oh, Did you ever try to anticipate the jump of a chihuahua? It can’t be done! They stand still as a statue and a millisecond later, with no warning, they’re performing The Chihuahuan High Jump.)
“No jumping” . . . pffftt!
More about our days at this camp and highlights of the crew’s visit to the vet!
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