Wednesday, June 8
The scent of Christmas trees permeates the air at our campsite in Mavreeso Campground.
Bridget, Reggie, and I explore the path near our campsite.
The perfume of antelope bush (below) mingles with the aroma of spruce and fir. Antelope bush is an important forage for wildlife and it grows abundantly here. The fragrance is intoxicating!
They’ve learned to wait patiently as I stop frequently to take photos or simply to look, hear, smell, touch . . . .
The crew and I leave Mavreeso, taking forest road 535 southward to Route 145 which continues south to the town of Dolores.
Along the way I stop for a through-the-window photo of lupines growing wild on the embankment next to the road.
I turn on my Verizon jetpack and check the action at this blog, read emails, and glance at the news. Bridget and Reggie pester me to let them out, which I do, of course. Do they ever NOT get their way?
From Dolores we travel southeast on Route 184 which takes us to Mancos.
We pass pretty homes and ranches among green fields. About seven miles east of Mancos we approach the familiar brown sign denoting the entrance to a national forest campground.
Although the campground is convenient to Route 160, only a few campers are here when we arrive.
It’s not even noon! I find a lovely, pull-through site.
Reggie and Bridget are excited to take a look around!
Then while on this walk around the campground, the sheriff drives up and parks alongside us.
“Have you been here long or are you just arriving?” he immediately asks.
“Just arrived. Why? Have people been staying too long?”
“No, no . . . . Did you see our cars at the entrance? Someone left a vehicle there. It’s been there for several days and I’m asking people if they know anything about it.”
“Gee, I don’t know. That is odd.”
“Well, thank you, ma’am. Enjoy your camping!”
“Thank you and good luck!”
According to a notice posted at the pay station, Rocky Mountain Recreation Company, the concessionaire for national forest campgrounds in this area, has a vacancy (as I type this) for campground host at Target Tree.
Here’s the campsite for the host or hosts . . .
Reggie and I play a few rounds of tug-of-war mixed with fetch. He has a new toy, “Froggy,” who is a stand-in for “Bite Me” who is convalescing. Well, no, that’s not true. “Bite Me” is waiting for surgery (His surgeon lacks motivation.)
It starts to rain.
While rain taps the roof, I tap the keyboard. Internet, at last!
I write a blog post and then take a nap with Reggie and Bridget. Elevation at Target Tree is 7,600 feet which is my excuse for needing a nap!
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