Today was a moving day. Tomorrow is a travel day. What's the difference? Well, we call a it a “moving day” when we have to switch camp sites within the same campground. A travel day is when we check out and hit the road for another destination.
Somehow, we booked ourselves four nights into C109 with a Sunday check-out. Trouble with that plan was our check-in at Waterton isn't until Monday afternoon. Oops. That meant we would be homeless on Sunday evening. As we've learned, everything here or nearby here is booked solid and totally FULL. So we rejoiced when we picked up a cancellation right here within the same campground.
We're now in Site A42. There's no shade and it's a tight site—just barely big enough squeeze in the trailer. It's so tight we're not even going to unhitch the truck. It would be a real bear trying to hitch up the trailer tomorrow in this teeny, tiny little camp site. But we're not complaining. We're forever grateful that the Camp Karma Korps conspired to get us situated into A42 today.
Somehow, we booked ourselves four nights into C109 with a Sunday check-out. Trouble with that plan was our check-in at Waterton isn't until Monday afternoon. Oops. That meant we would be homeless on Sunday evening. As we've learned, everything here or nearby here is booked solid and totally FULL. So we rejoiced when we picked up a cancellation right here within the same campground.
We're now in Site A42. There's no shade and it's a tight site—just barely big enough squeeze in the trailer. It's so tight we're not even going to unhitch the truck. It would be a real bear trying to hitch up the trailer tomorrow in this teeny, tiny little camp site. But we're not complaining. We're forever grateful that the Camp Karma Korps conspired to get us situated into A42 today.
Our original plans today were to return to Many Glacier to so some day hiking or day strolling or whatever geeezers do when they ambulate upon the landscape. We were once again up at 5 AM thinking we were going out early to beat the crowds today. But you know what? After two days of super early departures, Sunday morning cast its inevitable spell on us. And we decided to blow off yet another crowd-beating early departure. It's really fun just to be lazy campers lolly-gagging around doing nothing except looking forward to a classic Sunday morning leisurely breakfast.
It's a really, really good thing we got the “lazies” this morning. In hindsight, there would have been no practical way to go to Many Glacier, do some ambulating and then return and rig to move to A42. What were we thinking? (Or not.)
It's a really, really good thing we got the “lazies” this morning. In hindsight, there would have been no practical way to go to Many Glacier, do some ambulating and then return and rig to move to A42. What were we thinking? (Or not.)
Anyway, Tomorrow is a travel day from Saint Mary to Waterton up yonder in Oh, Canada. There remains quite a bit of duffle shuffle to get ready for tomorrow's travel day.
We spent some time this morning adding a lengthy narrative and four photos to yesterday's P3 post below. It details “the rest of the story” about how a pickleball tournament came into existence because of Susun's hand surgery. Interesting story, actually.
We spent some time this morning adding a lengthy narrative and four photos to yesterday's P3 post below. It details “the rest of the story” about how a pickleball tournament came into existence because of Susun's hand surgery. Interesting story, actually.
Meanwhile, back to Saturday. Even though Saturday was only a five hour Road Trip, it really wore us out. I was so tired when we arrived back at camp that I took a two hour nap. I am not a “napper” and generally avoid napping like the plague. But I was so tired I couldn't even keep my eyes open. BAM, out like a light and slept like the proverbial log. Driving that Going-To-The-Sun Road is a great experience, of course, but it's very nerve racking and demands an acute level of attention and reaction time. In other words it's both exhilirating and tiring at the same time. I gained a tremendous amount of additional respect for the drivers of those old red tour busses. Those drivers do it every day, day in and day out. Having driven that road twice yesterday, I marvel at how those drivers can keep doing it safely for so long.
If we go anywhere today, we will walk a quarter mile to the visitor center and then take the free shuttle someplace up canyon. Ironically, today's air quality is the best of our Road Trip so far. NWS Missoula has been chattering that Western Montana is getting fire smoke from Montana, Idaho, Washington and Briish Columbia. We must be north of the main plume because it's still oddly clear here.
Well, time to return to many misc. mundane meanderings. It's what geezers do.
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