Meeting a former POW on a cool and windy day

Met another full-timer today . . .

Bridget and Sarah give each other a frosty hello.

Bridget and Sarah exchange a frosty hello.

Ed walks over to our campsite with his miniature Australian Shepherd, Sarah.

Sarah and the crew greet each other, but that’s as far as it goes.  Sarah owns her master and doesn’t plan on sharing him.  Bridget and Spike own this campsite and don’t plan on sharing it.

That settled, Ed takes a seat at the picnic table and we talk.

Ed has lived on the road for several years. 

Somehow the conversation drifts back in time . . .

During the Viet Nam War Ed’s job was medical evacuation.  Several times a day he’d fly a helicopter into Laos to remove our wounded soldiers.

One day he was flying with two other med-evac helicopters and was shot down.  It looked like he didn’t survive, so the other copters left.

He ended up in a POW camp. 

He was such a PITA after six weeks that the enemy chose to make an example out of him.  They walked him over to a tree outside the camp and drove a stake through his shoulder, pinning him there.  During the night he pulled himself off the stake and escaped, eventually coming across some of our soldiers, one of whom he knew.

I won’t reveal his personal life since those years.  It will suffice to say that, looking back, he can see how his life has been a benefit to others, and he tries to continue along that path.  An interesting fellow!  I wish him well.

Not many photos today . . .

A cool wind blows all day.  I don’t like to jeopardize my camera by taking photos in wind.  Storm clouds gather and the reservoir turns steel-grey.  It isn’t until this afternoon that the crew and I feel like spending any time outside.

These two prisoners have it pretty rough.

These two prisoners have it pretty rough.

I put the crew in the pen and sit in my camp chair and attempt to read my latest Sue Grafton book. 

The Look.

The Look.

Bridget feels unjustly incarcerated, of course, and gives me The Look through her prison bars.

Spike — bless his heart — rarely complains about being in the pen, unless he has a good reason, like needing to relieve himself.  Sometimes he wants to be in the pen after Bridget and I have gone inside for the evening.  I guess he feels it’s his job to make sure everything is okay for the night.

Shortly after we arrived at Clark Canyon Reservoir . . .

Hazel, the camp host, warns us about the area of tall weeds between the campsites and the water’s edge.

Pretty to look at from a distance

Pretty to look at from a distance

“They killed a rattlesnake down by the boat ramp.  They started mowing the weeds and I guess that’s what scared him out.  I bet there are more in there,”  she speculates.  “I tell everyone to be careful.  Still, I see kids running through the weeds to get to the water.”

I assure her that Spike, Bridget, and I will not be walking near or in those weeds.

My wish list keeps growing . . .

If I could’ve found a place in Dillon that accepts UPS shipments, I would’ve placed an order with Amazon.  One of the things I want to order is a new anti-gravity lounge chair.

“But don’t you already have a lounge chair?” you ask.

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My lounger in the outdoor room at our camp on Badger Mountain, Ephraim, Utah.

Not any more . . .

Let me tell you what happened a while back, the result of repeatedly slamming the PTV’s side door onto the lounge chair, along with other, various abuses.

I’m sitting in the recline position of the lounger in the outdoor room (above).  Ah, this is the life.  I have it pretty good.  Yep, pretty darn good.  At that point the lounger drops about three inches while making a cracking sound.  I giggle in surprise.  Well, that’s what I get for being smug.  Bridget gives me a confused look.

Another crack and I drop further down. I laugh out loud.

A third crack and I come crashing down to the ground.  I lie there looking up at the aspen leaves silhouetted against the blue sky.  I’m flat out with Bridget licking my face in concern.   I laugh so hard tears come to my eyes until I have to scramble to my feet and run to the bathroom.

And that’s why I want to order a lounge chair.

In the morning I’ll make the decision to leave this campground and head further north, or to stay through the weekend.  Camp host Hazel told me it was very busy here last weekend, lots of weekend boaters.  However, if it’s windy like it’s been today, we won’t get out on the road.

I’m happy either way.

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