Wednesday, April 29
On the way out of Lud Dexler Campground at Salmon Falls Reservoir, I stop at the free dump station. Then we head east toward Rogerson.
Oh, there’s the tree with the nest!
I stop before reaching it. I don’t want to disturb the bird in the nest, so I point the camera out the window of the Perfect Tow Vehicle and zoom. A bit of luck and this is the result.
I’ll leave it up to you birders to identify her.
At Rogerson I fill up the drinking jugs with the award-winning water.
That task done, I drive over to the store/cafe and buy a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. It’s my first cup of the day because I awoke this morning to empty propane tanks!
“You’re looking nice today,” I remark to the woman at the counter. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
I ask if she sells propane.
“I wanted to, but I was told we’re too close to the next place, about eight miles up 93.”
The crew and I motor up 93 to the propane place.
I take off the tank cover and remove both tanks, setting them on the ground next to the big tank so the man can connect the hose and fill them. It’s soon apparent there is a problem. Reggie and Bridget wait in the PTV.
After several adjustments without success the man realizes that he’s out of propane, too!
Off we go toward Twin Falls.
At the outskirts I turn west on Route 30 and drive through Filer. I don’t see any propane.
Continuing a few miles west of Filer I pull into a small park.
“You’re such good travelers this morning!” Bridget and Reggie hop around with excitement as I secure their leashes.
“And you didn’t have a walk yet today. C’mon, let’s check out this park.”
Spring is in the air!
We walk along the stream, wander through lush grass and dandelions, and resume our search for propane.
The next town is Buhl . . . Bingo!
I pull up at a big propane tank at a gas station, the lady fills both of my tanks and asks about the Best Little Trailer and my lifestyle. When I come outside after paying for the propane, a man at the gas pumps approaches me.
“Excuse me. You mind telling me about your cute little trailer? I’d like to get something like that.”
This sort of thing happens a lot, as any Casita owner can verify!
I make sure the refrigerator is turned on, and then we go across the road to Ridley’s grocery.
“I’ll only be a minute, guys, and then we’re on our way.”
I purchase a rotisserie chicken for our arrival at the new camp.
We can mosey today because I already know where we will camp for the night and it isn’t far.
Route 30 takes us past Thousand Springs. Across the Snake River, water cascades several feet down a cliff in several waterfalls. There isn’t an easy place to park, the resort is in the way, and a car wants to push the BLT’s bumper, so I don’t stop for a photo.
Next is Hagerman where the fossil beds are.
Very unusual landscape around here . . . gigantic ridges above homes, huge depressions in the ground, and always the meandering river . . . freshly plowed fields . . . dairy farms . . . . a horse farm . . .
We board Interstate 84 near the village of Bliss.
Finally a town with an attractive name! I mean, really. Filer? Buhl? Hagerman? Probably named for people. Maybe Bliss was a person, too . . . .
We’re on our way to Three Island Crossing State Park at Glenns Ferry, Idaho.
As we glide down the ramp, memories of camping here with Spike and Bridget float through my mind. The streets of Glenns Ferry are pleasantly familiar.
To read about our previous visit in August 2012, follow this link: “A long drive with a happy ending.” Here’s another link from that visit: “Slideshow: A walk around Three Island Crossing.”
At the state park, a woman greets us at the entrance toll booth.
Prices have gone up, of course. A few of Idaho’s state parks have a senior discount program that applies on weekdays (Mon.-Thurs.). Instead of paying over thirty dollars for one night (non-resident) with water/electric hook-ups (the only choice), the fee for us is $19.61 (senior non-resident).
We’re assigned a campsite which turns out to be in the upper loop.
Like all the campsites at Three Island Crossing, our site is very pleasant.
How odd — when you give it some thought — to camp here in comfort. I don’t have to make any difficult decisions such as the emigrants on the Oregon Trail had to make. To read a brief article about that perilous crossing and to see photos of its re-enactment, follow this link: “Pathways of Pioneers.”
You can see photos of the Snake River (link above) from our visit in 2012.. (I didn’t take any during this visit.)
When I think of Three Island Crossing, I see green!
We have a lovely lawn in our back yard.
Prior to hooking Reggie’s tether to the grill, I pass it through the loop at the end of Bridget’s leash.
This works very well!
The crew seems hungry for an early dinner, so I set out their dishes.
The two little grubbers stare at me. I know what they’re thinking . . . .
To heck with kibble . . . . Where’s that rotisserie chicken?
I put a drumstick, wing, and pieces of thigh meat on a plate. (I save the white meat for sandwiches and salad.) I sit in the lounger and between my own bites of chicken, I share bites with my happy crew.
Everyone satisfied, we relax for a few minutes.
Well, Bridget and I relax. Reggie sniffs wherever his tether allows.
Next we walk the campground loop.
Boy, that hot shower is going to feel great!
Lilacs in bloom!
A warm breeze blows across the lawns of the campground and through the boughs of the many, mature trees.
The crew and I enjoy our backyard for the rest of the afternoon.
Next post . . . We leave Three Island State Park and move to a pretty, yet isolated, camp.
rvsue
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