August 15,
2017
I tried to
go outside the big house that moves and my paws got wet. I had to clean them so I came back
inside. It was like, really wet out
there.
I had all
sorts of grand ideas about a morning walk, but they were all quashed by the fact
that it was raining. And it was
cold. We waited a wee bit and got Hannah
ready, but the rain persisted, so we decided to go.
There is
nothing like pushing one of Hannah’s buttons to raise or lower her and hearing
that sickening sound… Something wasn’t
right. We raised her high enough to get
her attached to the truck, but it looks like she only has one good leg. Crap!
We can’t even lower her manually as the crank isn’t connecting. We jacked her up so we could get the log out
from under the leg so we could lower her.
But the bottom line is we cannot disconnect until we get this
fixed. The nearest RV repair that does
this type of stuff is 90 miles north in Billings, Montana. Totally out of our way. Maybe we can make it to Rapid City. We shall see.
Draining
Hannah’s tanks is usually a mundane task.
You connect the sewer hose, pull this lever, then that lever and the
miracle occurs. Putting the hose back in
place is a methodical process. You stuff
it back in the holder, then place the cover on, and secure the cover with a rod
and a cotter pin. You must be careful
not to drop anything as you will never find it on the gravel below. Spouse is usually very careful, but something
caught his hand, and the cotter pin was dropped. As we played ‘Where’s Waldo’ looking for the
needle in the haystack, Spouse went to the drawer of death, and found
another. As he is putting it in, he sees
the original one! What a stroke of luck!
So, rain
stopped my walk, and Hannah has a broken leg.
And to top it off, the stem on my orchid that the package of toilet
paper so viciously attacked had to be cut off.
I will remember that wonderful fragrance and the adorable flowers. May the inflorescence rest in peace… What next?
Oh, the propane tank is empty.
Let’s go outside in the rain and switch it over…It is only 9 am…
We headed
east on rte. 14. The rain has stopped but the sky is still threatening. I was
supposed to be looking for a friend’s bar, but I was so mesmerized by the
beauty, I totally forgot. The vastness of the beautiful contoured plains
conveys just how magnificent our country really is. This is truly where the deer and the antelope
play! As we neared the town of Greybull,
the farms added to the scene with the green crops and red barns. I could imagine how this scenery would look
on a patchwork quilt.
But it gets
better. We enter the Bighorn National
Forest. We are in a narrow canyon, just
the road and the Big Horn River. Tall
rocky cliffs surround us as we start to climb.
Every turn brings another eye popping view. We climb, we ooh and ah. Rocky cliffs with pines etched into sides
dominate the view. We see a sign for a
campground. Even though it is only
noonish, we turned and followed the 2 mile dirt road to a gem of a
location. We set up Hannah at the Shell Creek Campground
space 9, right along the river. Hannah
is a muddy mess. It is 49 degrees. It was trying to rain, and trying to
stop. It ultimately stopped, so we
unloaded the bikes and rode up the road past the ranger station.
This is the
gateway to the back country. We are
already remote, and IF WE COULD ONLY DISCONNECT, we could be exploring some of
these beautiful roads. As it is, on our
bikes, we pedal over the bridge and start climbing a hill. We climb, we huff, we puff. We climb.
We are sure it levels out just around the corner. Ok, maybe around the next corner… or the next
one. Ok, enough. We turned around and came back. It is crisp but great for biking and the
scenery is probably the best we have seen.
If ONLY WE
COULD DISCONNECT…
The ranger
brought us lots of firewood; nice wet firewood.
Note to Spouse: when using
gasoline to start a fire, MOVE MY VODKA TONIC OUT OF THE WAY!
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