New car...a book about car camping....and memories of the first and only time B. and I ever went primitive camping.
That camping trip was 32 years ago, six months into our marriage...our first vacation.
A few months later a baby was on the way. After that it was camper trailer camping at sites with showers and a camp store nearby. Later there was the RV truck camping with a refrigerator, stove and plush couches inside. We never again ventured to camp without water, bathrooms, and trash pick-up.
Well, it is just us two again. So off we went last Friday morning, driving 124 miles southeast, and up to 9,000 ft. elevation. The new car held all our gear perfectly.
The valley in the distance below...the HOT valley. It was close to 100 down there; we were enjoying mild mid 70 temps instead.
Fields of blue flowers.
Imagine if the white trunked aspen's were golden leaved as well...
The dreaded pine beatle has decimated much of pine forests in the area.
So sad...North America's pine forests brown instead of green, and nothing can be done at all to stop it.
Once a beaver, always a beaver....
a small wood nymph.
A quick stop at a tiny store where hamburgers were "rolled" on a interesting machine that toasted the bun and flamed the meat.
This weekend I am also thinking about having a Cheeto soon...(wink. more about that later.)
We laughed at this. End of track. And just in case you didn't notice this, there is a sign that says "End of Track."
And if THAT doesn't help you "get it", there is a pile of rocks to MAKE you stop!
A kid's fishing pond, with lots of dads and moms, kids and dogs wetting a line from the shore.
With blue meadows and blue summer sky in the background.
I like the deep red petal alternating with the orchid pink petals.
Wild roses sweetened the air wherever we went.
Lovella and Terry roared by....
The stream was fairly deep and an especially deep pool formed beneath the fallen log.
I could see huge trout leaping up at the thick hatch of flies. Bernie cast repeatedly right to the fish, but apparently "fresh meat" beat artificial flies that afternoon.
I saw so many butterflies, and it was maddening to see huge butterflies lite down and lift just as I noticed them about me. The last morning at breakfast a HUGE yellow swallowtail nearly landed on Bernie's forehead! Aaagghhhh....I was not fast enough with the camera!
This butterfly was about an inch in size.
Eventually we returned to camp, and Bernie cooked up a great chicken and rice and salad dinner.
We ate, made another fire, and I toasted the best marshmellow he had ever eaten. We talked, and learned things about each other, and about ourselves, and marvelled that 32 years later we could still be learning. Bernie found a lot out about himself as he sought to learn fly fishing (no, he didn't get any fish this time either) and I had been reading a book about cloud formation that was making me think. Funny how we could just chat and chat.
Later thirteen kids came splashing through "our" river, herded by a couple of adults. We chatted a bit with them too...apparently this was the younger portion of a yearly family reunion.
It stuck us that we would never be likely to have enough family to have such a sizeable family reunion. For the first time I kind of missed having the ability to have more children....
Bernie had gotten up in the middle of the night the night before and was awestruck by the stars overhead. He encouraged me to look about me if I arose in the middle of the night. I did...and he was right. The sky was so dense with stars it almost vibrated. Next trip we will attempt to bring our telescope along.
The view from our car to our camp. We decided if we were to come here again we would put up a dome tent in the front camp site, and pay for both sites for the weekend.
At three dollars a site, we could rent the whole place for six bucks a night, and with having to use our own port a potty in the bushes, I think I'd prefer to be "alone," if you know what I mean!
Just in case we might need to share camp grounds, we'll be buying a privacy screen for future trips.
I had never heard of this problem before. It sounds just dreadful, doesn't it?
On the drive home I said to Bernie I'd be happy to camp at that campsite again any time.
He pointed out that there were so many mountains ranges and rivers and places in Utah, that life was too short to keep going back to the same campsite over and over again.
He is right of course. And now that we have car camping down pat, and a list made of "things we didn't realize we would need but thankfully didn't need this time" I think we will visiting as many camping places as we can.
After all, as newlywed campers, take two, we've got a lot of camping fun to look forward to.
I like primitive camping.
I'll bet you are surprised!