Sunday, June 8
The crew and I motor down Badger Mountain to shop at Ephraim’s Wal-Mart. I do something I haven’t done in a very long time — buy pants in a store that’s not a thrift store!
I pick out a pair of NEW jeans and a pair of NEW capris.
I also find two Wrangler men’s shirts with short sleeves. I know from experience that these shirts will last. I’m all set for clothes!
I can be rough on clothes. I didn’t tell you this . . . When the crew and I were camped in the San Rafael Reef overlooking that pretty canyon about a month ago, I tore a big hole in my pant leg.
It was my own fault.
Being lazy I didn’t stake the outdoor mat when I set up camp. All I did was put a rock at each corner. Well, the wind blew very hard during the night. It lifted up the mat so that the rock on the corner next to the door was dragged on the mat to rest directly in front of the doorstep.
In the early morning, bleary-eyed from sleep, I step outside, putting my foot right on the edge of that rock. I lose my balance and go flying.
What made the fall bad was my leg struck a very sharp, pointed rock embedded in the ground. The rock tore like a sword through my pant leg right below my knee and into my flesh. A bloody gash. I nearly passed out from the pain.
I’m on my back on the ground looking up at the sky.
A few moments of deep breathing and I regain my senses. Whew! That was a close call.
Of all the things that might happen to threaten my ability to live as a solo full-timer, I see falling as the biggest threat. I must be more careful!
RVSUE Tip of the Day . . .
Never use rocks or any other objects you might trip over to hold down your outdoor mat.
Now that my leg is completely healed, I could tell you that story!
While at Wal-Mart I look for a phone that accepts a SIM card. I want to switch over from Straight Talk to H2O which only costs $30 for 90 days. I don’t find anything suitable.
Before leaving the parking lot, I stuff two full bags of trash into the receptacles. These trash bags have been wedged behind the toilet in my bathroom for several days. I’ve been concerned that a bear might smell the contents. I couldn’t smell anything, but bears surely could. It’s a relief to dispose of them.
On the return trip up the mountain, I drive into Lake Hill Campground.
Only two campsites are occupied — a small trailer and a tent. I park at the spigot and fill up eight one-gallon jugs with drinking water.
Bridget, Spike and I share a rotisserie chicken as soon as we return to camp. I make sure they don’t get any of the skin or fatty parts. I seal up the carcass inside a bag and put that inside a small bin which now sits behind the toilet in my bathroom.
Monday, June 9
This is one of those days when I have several tasks on the agenda and absolutely no ambition to do them. The biggest accomplishment of the day is a walk in the woods with Spike which generates the photos you see in this post.
(At the start of our walk Bridget objects to my attempt to take her photo. She trots back to camp to hide under the BLT. Spike and I continue walking in the woods without her. We have a nice walk, just the two of us. I pause often to give Spike a loving pat.)
At last the mud is gone, the grass is lush, and the dandelions are blooming. The aspens that were bare when we arrived are now sporting leaves. We’ve enjoyed our camp on Badger Mountain. Soon we will have to leave Bluebell Camp!
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FLASHBACK
The crew in their pen at Three Islands State Park, Glenns Ferry, Idaho. Summer 2012
