Many of you out there are
thinking, “…it is just all fun and games with those two…” and many of you would
be right most of the time. But
today was one of those mundane days that we have to do things like everyone
else.
We started off heading back
into Jackson, through three road construction projects and delays. Jeez, might as well be commuting to
Kansas City everyday (right Alice?).
The first delay might be a couple of minutes, while we look at the
mountains. The second is just down
the road where we may need to turn the truck off for a few minutes if we don’t
hit it right, but then we have to look at a stream and maybe roll our windows
down to hear it’s irritating babble.
The third road project is just before entering Jackson. This can be 5-10 minutes, depending on
your luck. Again, usually shutting
down the truck, seeing what is happening in the National Elk Refuge. This is a large valley where the elk
come to winter. So that is how we
have spent multiple days while on “vacation.” I know, see how good you have it?
We came to town to check out
cameras, cause a blog without photos is like a retirement day without waking up
late! The two choices we had were
Staples and Kmart. Without too
much detail, Kmart won. Nikon
Coolpix.
Because that was so
exhausting and we had worked up an appetite, we gravitated towards a Pizza Hut
Miki caught out of the corner of her eye and we didn’t want it to take all day,
we had things to do! We came to
the conclusion that this Pizza Hut pizza tastes the same as our Pizza Hut pizza
and because we both have post graduate degrees, we can make the hypothesis that
all Pizza Huts pizzas taste the same.
We’ll keep looking out for you and let you know if we find any conflict
within this experiment of sorts.
Our final act of common
working people was a visit to the post office. Andrew inadvertently left a shirt hanging in the closet, so
the gracious hosts we are, we sent it to him C.O.D. It was the right thing to do.
Now, back to being retired. We hiked a 4 mile loop to Taggart Lake,
one of the lakes our killer first hike overlooked. It was a wonderful temperature and the
smoke from the local wildfires had cleared since morning. We donned our packs and headed to the
trail. It was a MODERATELY-EASY
trail, says the Day Hike brochure and I concur.
Taggart Lake is the smaller lake just above the large one in the foreground. |
A nice bridge for a stream crossing. Those silly National Park people think of everything. |
An example of an EASY trail. Notice the lack of huge elevation change. |
I talked this rangerette into coming home with me for a private campfire program on bare awareness! |
Once we arrived we looked for a place to fish, of
course. It turned out that the
wind had come up (which blew the smoke away), but because we were on the
downwind side in the trees, it was just a gentle breeze. Once on the lake, you could have held a
regatta. I tried a few flies, but
they didn’t fly well into the wind.
We shut that operation down, hung out for a bit, then headed back to the
trailhead.
Our arrival at Taggart Lake. |
Stringing up my rod, only to end in frustration. The white caps on the water became visible shortly after this photo. |
Tried a protected area where the lake's outlet is, but to no avail. Skunked! |
As we headed down the glacial moraine to the truck, we had a good view of the wildfire close to Jackson.
In the end the dogs won
and got more time with us. Plus, Miki grilled some chicken for dinner and I walked around coveting other RV'ers stuff, like the kayak rack.
It is supposed to get below
freezing tonight, so I am going to do what I think I should do, as a novice RV’er,
and that is unhook the water hose from the spigot and hope there wasn’t
something else I should have done.
Big day tomorrow. I am leaving Miki and the dogs behind
and heading out on a BIG hike.
That is the teaser for tomorrow’s post.
My Zen from the Road: It
is better to be lost on a trail without a map, than to be lost on a trail with
one. I know, pretty deep huh? That is why I never carry a map (ha!)!
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