Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen

Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen
Boneyard Beach, Bull Island, Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge, South Carolina

Monday, September 3, 2012

Now What?


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.  
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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