Friday, September 12
After coffee and talking online with blogorinos, Bridget and I walk around the campground. As you can see from these photos, the sky is clear and bright blue.
Here’s someone tucked into a site in an Arctic Fox truck camper with a slide-out.
I’m in the mood for an egg breakfast and I have no eggs on board the Best Little Trailer. Before we leave our campsite at Popo Agie Campground in Sinks Canyon, I warm up the Perfect Tow Vehicle (the heater works great!) and use a broom to clear off the snow from the windshield.
I can’t believe it!
About a mile or two down Sinks Canyon Road, we enter Lander Valley. No snow! It appears that snow only fell on the mountains. I pull over to the side of the road and take two photos.
This one . . .
. . . and this one. Two very different settings for homes that are in view of each other.
In the residential area of town, roses, petunias, and black-eyed susans are in fine color and form. No damage from a cold night.
Where are we going?
McDonald’s for a “big breakfast!” You know, the one with eggs, flapjacks, biscuit, sausage, hash browns, and 43,982 calories, most of them from fat and carbs. It’s a really disgusting breakfast which I’ve been craving ever since I rolled out of bed. I pig out in the PTV while Bridget sits in the passenger seat and turns up her nose.
Fat and happy, I drive out of Lander and we head back to the mountains . . . .
. . . and into Sinks Canyon.
We drive past Popo Agie Campground and out of the state park.
Instead we go to the Sinks Canyon National Forest Campground.
The river access is easy here because the campground is empty. It’s a beautiful, sunny morning, the only sound being the river, and the air is clean and fresh as it usually is after a day of snowfall.
Bridget explores with delight the many paths from campsites to the river and between sites. She loves deciding where we will walk, like she’s in charge and I’m supposed to follow obediently.
Here she changes her mind and decides we will NOT cross the bridge.
She turns around and leads me back to firm ground.
We explore the river and the campground and walk a trail for about two hours.
Bridget and I enjoy the exercise and each other’s company. I often bend down to give her a few pats and tell her what a great scout she is. This makes her happy.
I take the next shot and then tell her, “No more pictures. I promise!” I can see that the camera is beginning to get on her nerves.
I experience moments when I imagine Spike is ahead of us, around a bend in the path. I’d hurry ahead and say to his deaf ears, “Sorry, Spikey. This is way too deep and fast for you, little boy. You’d freeze in that water.”
Overall I’m doing okay without Spike, but you know how grief is. It lurks around the edges of your conscious mind waiting for a chance to jump out and stab you.
I focus on the beauty around me.
Following a cute, wiggly butt and wagging tail helps, too.
“Well, Bridge, you ready to go home?”
When we return to camp, we both crawl into bed for a nap.
Around two o’clock I toss Bridget into the PTV again and we head into Lander. At the post office I ask if there’s any general delivery mail for me, show my license, and the clerk hands me a mailer. I rip it open.
Yay! The vehicle registrations are here!
Tomorrow morning Bridget and I will leave Lander and look for a new camp.
rvsue
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