Mona and I returned home last Saturday evening and are busy trying to catch up on everything we let slide since August. Snuffy has kept his eye on the truck ever since we got back. He sleeps beside it at night and lies in the shade by it during the day. He doesn’t want to miss out on the next trip! I even have to take him on a leash to get him away from the truck for a walk in the woods. Looking back, we had a nice trip, but it is even better The day we left Helena, Mont., we drove to West Yellowstone and set up camp. This left us enough time to drive into Yellowstone Park and re-visit Old Faithful geyser. It didn’t seem as spectacular as the first time I saw it around 1965 or '66. In the “old days” the geyser erupted about every 30 minutes, or so, but now it is about an hour between “squirts.” September is also rutting season for elk in Yellowstone, so we enjoyed watching a huge bull trying to keep his harem together and under control. Every time we encountered an elk near the road, a traffic jam ensued due to the gawkers who insisted on stopping in the road for pictures!
By the next day, Mona was feeling back to normal, but we were both getting a bad case of “get home-itis,” so we continued homeward. We left Yellowstone on a beautiful clear day and got great pictures of the Tetons silhouetted against the blue sky and puffy white clouds as we crossed into the prairies and mountains of Wyoming. We enjoyed watching the mile-long coal trains and lots of antelope as we motored across that state. Next day we got to Strasburg, Colo., where we spent a couple days at son Dean’s home. Dean was working and the kids were in school, so we visited evenings and decided not to linger longer. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
Today, Monday, I decided to get back on my exercise program with a bike ride to Crocker Pond. On the first piney hill past Linda and Maynard Morgan’s I found myself struggling to ride in the loose rocks and gravel. As I rounded the corner at the base of the hill, I could see a road grader chugging slowly up the hill ahead -- the cause of the loose gravel. This appears to me to be the finishing touches to the super highway they have been building through the national forest for sportsmen and loggers. They must have spent upwards of seven figures of dollars on this three- or four-mile stretch of “road to nowhere” just so we wouldn’t have to dodge a few rocks or ledges in the road on our way to recreate!
Stimulus dollars at work to provide jobs for a half dozen people for a month or two!