On my next-to-last day at Mikesell-Potts, I took a natural shower
by jumping into the cold waters of the lake. There was only one other
person in the water at the beach, and he was under ten-years-old and
didn’t have the good sense to know how cold it was. But I did feel much
better and cleaner afterwards.
In the morning, I prepared the Brew Hut for departure. Everything
went great until it was time to hitch up. As I was turning the hand
crank, I heard a funny metallic noise. When I looked down, I noticed
that my jack handle was no longer secured by a nut to the bolt.
I looked everywhere in the gravel beneath the hitch and around the
car and in about a ten foot circumference of the scene of the crime. The
nut was nowhere to be found. I was able to continue raising the jack up
by holding my hand to secure the bolt. Now, I have had trouble lining
up the truck’s ball and the hitch last year, but I have had a really
good stretch of no problems. Given my mechanical issues with the hitch
handle, this was not an idea time for a new problem. I had no problems
lining it up straight, but the hitch doesn’t fall into the ball unless
it’s just right, and I was an inch or two off every time I got out to
look. I tried ending in drive and reverse and blocking the truck wheels,
but I kept missing it by eve so much, so that the hitch wouldn’t lock
into place. Finally, I was able to get it in the right place.
Next up was a trip to Ace Hardware in Buffalo to find a new nut. I
also picked up some other odds and ends: a small scissors, gorilla glue,
AA batteries, and a few items for Elvis (flea/tick treatment, brush).
Now 11 am., I could finally hit the road. I drove west on Hwy 16 up, and
up, and up, until I reached Powder River Pass (elevation 9666). It was
very windy and desolate here—above tree line with only small brush and
alpine grasses.
After descending a few miles, I came to our destination: Sitting Bull
Campground, which was still over 8000 feet but lush with fragrance from
tall pine trees and sheltered from the wind. When I went to the pay
station for the campground fee, the host told me that the campground was
closing the next day, and that my site would be free. Although the
campground would be closed, water shut off, and bathrooms locked, he
said that I could stay as long as I wanted through hunting season. Free
is my kind of price!
About
a dozen other campers were in the campground, but I chose a spacious,
quiet site at the end of the loop. There is enough sunlight through the
trees that my Brew Hut battery is getting filled each day, although with
no cell service I’m not using my devices for much. There are ATV trails
(without any ATV’s present-the best kind), that Elvis and I have been
hiking each day. The gravel road in from Hwy 16 has a beautiful stream
running along its side, and on the other side of Hwy 16 (about a mile
hike) is North Cove, a beautiful small lake and day use area.
The nights are cold and clear with temperatures dropping into the mid
to high 30’s. The days warm up into the low 70’s. We are settling into a
nice routine of long walks and hours spent reading my Kindle. I’m on
the last book of Game of Thrones and will be finishing it in no time.
I’ve been wanting to get back into the Big Horns ever since my son
Justin and I drove through a couple of years ago. This is such a
beautiful part of the country, although summers are quite short. I can’t
say that these mountains feel like a place I could ever live, but the
Big Horns are very special to me. Life is good.
Comments