Feeling better, but it seems that there’s always “just one more thing.” Anyway…I’m foregoing Thursday Doors again this week as I don’t feel up to going to so many blogs and I feel bad if I don’t get to them all. So…just offering you a foggy summer view of Wyoming’s Big Horn Mountains as I continue to recuperate. 🙂
I’m glad it was sunny this morning for our ride, but now that the fog is moving in, let’s take a walk down to the lake. Everything is so different in the fog.
This is the First Lake (caps because that’s how it’s known.) There are three lakes total and all are stocked with trout. Oh, over there! Did you see that one jump? It was a big one. There’s been a mother moose and baby in the lake in the mornings, but if we see them, we’ll stay well away. The calf might find us interesting, which would make the mother very nervous and a nervous moose can easily become an attacking moose, moving at a speed as fast as that of a running horse.
Let’s sit on that flat rock for a bit. With the fog, it’s even quieter than usual, the fog dampens sounds, but we can still hear the water sounds. There are some ducks in the corner and the other day I spotted a red-tailed hawk. In the early evenings, the horses make their way to the lake, drinking and walking in and around it.
(Obviously I didn’t make it clear when I started posts about my Wyoming trip that I’ve already been there and am now back home, writing these as though you’re coming along with me. 🙂 So thanks for the wishes for a great trip. I had one and now I hope you’ll have one, too. )
Just as hobbits have second breakfasts, I have a second home, one I’ve been coming to for over 40 years. Arriving at the cabin feels like coming home. But just as at home, I must have supplies. We’ll need to make several stops in Sheridan before I take you up the mountain.
First comes the library. Stocking up on books is key when the nearest library is 45 minutes away. Next, groceries. Although I brought several boxes of supplies/necessities, I have to get the rest of what I need for my recipes. Have everything you need? Let’s head up the mountain.
The unpaved, generally unimproved road is the Red Grade Road. Yeah, it’s quite rough this year with lots of loose rock. Fifteen miles per hour is about the limit, up or down. (This is what makes meal planning vital!) The van doesn’t have four-wheel drive, but it goes up pretty well. We’re over 7,000′ now. And here’s the cabin. Let’s haul all the bags and boxes in, have some dinner, and sit on the porch enjoying the view.
View from the porch
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