August 16,
2017
Psst, Human…
lift up your covers. I am cold. Let me snuggle right in next to you. I know I am on your paw, but I am
comfortable. Now, don’t move…
It was cold
last night, probably low forties, maybe lower.
It was hard to get moving. Spouse
invited the neighbors who were tent camping over for some warmth and
coffee. We actually ran the heater! It is the middle of August and it is really
cold.
We finally
got going and did our walk. The sun is
shining, and there is not a single cloud in the sky. It rained quite hard last night, so
everything is wet, but the sun feels good even though it is cold. We walked up the hill and over to a dirt road
that cut across the mountain and down to a bridge crossing the creek. It is being repaired with wood all over. It leads us to a meadow where we see a deer
bounding across. We continued on till we
came to a cabin, then turned around and headed back. We found a foot path that ultimately took us
back to the campground. It wasn’t a
particularly long walk, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
After a good
breakfast, we sadly departed across the meadows back to the Bighorn Scenic
Highway. Stands of pines with
breathtaking alpine meadows guide the way till we could see the great plains of
the central U.S. We both were totally
impressed with the scenery of the Bighorn forest and rate it way up at the top
on the eye candy scale.
As we
descended onto the plains, the cozy little towns and farm country kept things
interesting. When we got to the town of
Sheridan (where my good friend Sherrill was born), we stopped at Dairy Queen –
my Spouse’s weakness.
I can’t
believe who I have become… not only did I eat some of Spouse’s ice cream, later
in the day, I drank some of his soda! I
am becoming a pig! I am falling under
his influence! Stop me now! I am going to the dark side. I have even eaten meat…
Leaving
Sheridan, we decided to stay off of I90 as long as we could. We took 14 to Ucross, then 16 east to
Gillette. We weaved around and over the
beautiful contours of the rolling hills.
Then there were farms, then ranches and rivers and streams. And best of all… we were the ONLY vehicle
going in our direction. We saw just a
handful of cars going the other direction for 100 miles. In the town of Gillette, we knew we had to
get on I90 to get where we are going.
We decided to stop for the night at the Keyhole State Park. It is a reservoir, with all these people
doing the water sports that I love! But
we got a great site overlooking the water.
We gave Rudy some outside time, and we prepared our cots so we can sleep
outside.
This is the
first day since we left the heat of Mesquite when we first started, that we did
not see any rain. I actually got to put
on shorts and not freeze!
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