Wednesday, September 2
It’s eight o’clock in the morning when Bridget, Reggie, and I set out for a walk.
“You’re in good shape today, Bridge. Let’s see if we can make it all the way to our old camp, okay?”
Often our walks are cut short when Bridget runs out of steam. This has been the case the past few days. In order to give the Reginator the exercise his body needs, sometimes I have to leave Bridget in the Best Little Trailer and run Reggie up and down the road.
I’d much rather have Bridgie along, and so would Reggie.
We do make it all the way to our former Bluebell camp.
Lots of memories here. (See how different this area looked in this post of June 2013: “A new day starts facing the sun.”)
Cottonwood Creek roars in spring. Now it trickles around the rocks..
She’s feeling good and doesn’t seem to be bothered by me pointing the camera at her. I wonder if she remembers this place.
The photos in this post are a mix of full sun to shady. That’s because the sun is barely clearing the mountaintop this early in the day. Now and then it peeks through the thick, white clouds hovering at the peak. The shade makes our walk cool and pleasant.
“You’re such good pups!”
Very strange. I empty out the back of the Perfect Tow Vehicle, clean it, and repack. I’m always surprised by how much stuff is in there!
It rains on and off the past few days. Not the dreary kind of rain that doesn’t let up, but gentle showers from isolated, passing rain clouds, followed by sunshine that makes the leaves and grass glisten.
The flowers are fading, the grass drying. . . .
Soon autumn will be here!
This is when the plants glow in such a way that they make a photo look like a painting. I find one this morning on our walk!
A previous time the crew and I camped in Manti La-Sal National Forest, I talked with the rangers at the office in Ephraim. They were flexible about the time limit. They realized the difficulty of finding a new camp right before a holiday weekend. That year I think it was Memorial Day Weekend.
Camping here through Labor Day weekend means pushing my luck as far as the black tank goes.
The last time I dumped tanks was at the RV park in Vale, Oregon. Yeah, way back then.
If I don’t dump tanks until we leave here after Labor Day — on September 8th — that would make 27 days between tank dumps! That’s stretchin’ it!
Sooooo . . .
Do we leave tomorrow (Thursday), dump tanks, and search for a new camp? It would have to be tomorrow in order to beat the holiday weekenders.
Or do we stay on Badger Mountain and risk . . . well . . . you know.
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