After cleaning up in the
morning after laying around as long as possible (parts of this does not pertain
to Miki by the way), one of us squeegies the shower followed by food. Miki drew the squeegee straw while I
started our traditional Sunday breakfast, put off one day just because we
can. I must say Miki is a better
squeegee artist than myself, butt she didn’t want some of her assets
shared.
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The black spot is not dirt! |
The Snoqualmie pancake mix
became a staple for us a few years ago and now we dump blueberries into the mix
to form these plate-sized cakes that are AWESOME!
An artist at work. |
The ART! |
Now it is late morning and
we are finally heading out to see what the park has to offer. We found Two Ocean Lake (and it was
big, but not that big) hoping to spot the mother moose and her twins, referred
by our comedian ranger from last evening.
No sightings made and we went on our way. Hopeful of finding a fishing spot on Pacific Creek, we
followed a gravel road for miles, only to find the gravel bars of a braided
stream that showed no visible signs.
Pushing on, we tried another
called Pilgram Creek. It had a
trail at the end that we were checking out for possible dog forays into a
national forest. It also had a
similar braided stream that served as our lunch spot. We placed out camp chairs next to a branch of the stream
that was just not quite wide enough to jump across. A sandwich, carrot sticks, almonds, and grapes were chased
down by a few of Lays finest original potato chips…mmmm. After getting up to check out a few
possible fish hangouts, a large, dark, furry, mass caught my attention about
100 yards down stream. It was
lumbering along as if on a mission.
The bear was dark like a black bear, but with the sun highlighting its
fur, it had a reddish appearance like a grizzly. We were excited to see it, excited it was heading away from
us, and excited to get back in the truck and head back to get the dogs for a
walk.
We gathered the boys from
their nap and went back to Pilgram Creek where we had just come from, assuming the
bear was long gone. No cliffhanger
here, the bear was long gone…as far as we knew. Minutes into our hike with the boys, Tooga showed signs that
he may be revisiting a “bug” he gets when he eats something he shouldn’t, one
such episode has its anniversary coming up soon that happened in North Carolina
that involved a wall of stench that greeted us at the door of the doghouse upon
returning home late one night. Not
wanting to wish that on us again, Miki immediately wanted to get some
antibiotics in him to turn the tide before it got a head of steam. At this moment he seems to be holding
his own after talking to a vet in Jackson Hole who eased our minds about how he
was doing and things to look for.
We may or may not take him in to town tomorrow, depending on what
happens or not between now and then.
So far…so great!
After some cribbage and dinner,
we headed down to a rocky beach on Jackson Lake for sunset. We hung out taking pictures until the
sun slipped behind the mountains.
Sounds peaceful, restful, all the adjectives that you might use for the
setting we are in, but this afternoon, across from us, set up a huge RV (class
A) that came with a poodle. After
the owners headed out with friends in another huge-ish RV, said dog commenced a
steady barrage of barks that continue as I write. One “concerned camper” left a note on their door to make sure
they were made aware of how much their puppy had missed them.
Miki triumphs again! |
Well, it is time for our
ranger campfire program. We hope
this finds you all safe, healthy, and happy, cause that is what we are feeling
too.
My Zen from the Road: You know how when you see something, it
is just right? Some people say
when they met it was love at first sight.
Some say it just feels right.
In some cases, it was meant to be.
This Zen moment comes to you from my gut. All of the above are what I felt when I saw these at the
grocery store before we left Lander.
I had one yesterday after setting up the doghouse as a reward. It felt right and must have been meant
to be! Don’t ignore what some call
your intuition, I say gut.
My gut says it is meant to be. |
Bonus Pic...
Our campsite among the pines at Colter Bay Village. |
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