Thursday, October 2
Bridget and I wake to a frosty morning at our camp beside Ivie Creek northwest of Salina, Utah.
The air temperature doesn’t rise high enough for us to spend much time relaxing outside. During the warmest part of the afternoon I fill a basin with water from the creek and sit outside washing and drying dishes. A walk in the morning and another in the afternoon and that’s it for our activity around camp.
We spend most of the day inside the Best Little Trailer.
I notice on a recent Amazon orders report that a reader of this blog ordered several kindle books from the Outlander
Hmm . . . . I wonder what those are about . . .
I go to Amazon and read the reviews.
Oh, time travel. (I’ve never liked plots involving time travel.)
I take a chance anyway and order the first in the series.
I’m surprised how much I’m enjoying it! The details about the Scottish Highlands are interesting and I’m learning some Scottish history. It’s an easy read. The kind you can pick up and put down and pick up again without the story losing its momentum.
Between the book, this blog, and napping with Bridget, the day rolls by quickly.
Friday, October 3
A much warmer day dawns!
After breakfast, blogging, and Bridget’s morning nap, we set out for the base of the mountain. A forest road winds through the sage and rabbit brush making the walk easy.
We come upon the herd of cows that welcomed us to our campsite.
Or, more accurately, snooped around our campsite. They eye Bridget, watching her every move. Now WE are the intruders.
“How’s it feel, cows, when the shoe’s on the other . . . er . . . hoof?”
Bridget and I leave the forest road and follow a path into the woods.
The leaves on the oaks are turning yellow and gold. Most of the maples are on the slope of the mountain.
I didn’t intensify the colors in these photos. It’s fall!
On the return Bridget and I pass the bovine bunch again. Bridget chooses to ignore them and they follow suit.
We’re almost at our camp when Bridget stops to show off her incredible balancing skill!
My plan is to go into town today.
It doesn’t happen. I don’t feel like doing laundry and we don’t need groceries. Instead I push back in the lounger and read while Bridget dozes in her bed on the ground beside me. The warmth of the sun’s rays is a delight.
The only sounds are from the creek and the birds.
I love the peacefulness of this camp!
Later . . . .
Bridget and I are inside the Best Little Trailer. It’s around 4 o’clock. What’s that? Sounds like a truck . . . Uh-oh.
I pull back the curtain and this is what I see.
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