Ironwood lake down a duckweed infested channel
I’m caught up on pictures, having had a busy summer. It was all I could do to not get too far behind on those, and even at that, I was a good month behind most of the time. Writing just has not happened. It is now fall here. Last I updated my adventures, it was still spring! How time flies. What have I been up to? Here is the Coles notes version.
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Why yes, I have been ignoring this blog for a few weeks now. I’m still alive, just decided my muse needed some time away from the writing to recharge and reinvigorate. I’m back in Alberta, just travelling locally at the moment. I promise I’ll catch up my adventures eventually. In the meanwhile I’m getting other things done, and entertaining myself watching The 8-bit guy, a nostalgic trip back into the dawn of personal computing for me. Check him out if you want to see videos about your favorite old computer system.
My first full day at Dolores River boat Launch dawned refreshingly cool – but with a promise of heat to follow judging by the blue skies and already warming sun. My plan today was to explore the local area a bit. If I found a promising trail into the valley, I might do a longer hike the following day and see how far down up the river I could get. My days ended up even having some unexpected bonuses! Continue reading
Sign on the Bedrock store
My journey south was about to take an eastward leg into the hills. No more flat plane driving for me, it was going to be windy roads, mostly off the Interstates. The googles was taking me toward Albuquerque, New Mexico mostly by the paths less traveled which was fine with me. I was sure to see more interesting stuff, and stop at things more than just another rest stop on the Interstate. I just have to make sure I do a left turn at Albuquerque.
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I had lots of power beside my boondocking spot
My travels down to Utah followed Interstate 15 for the most part. I was doing a short hop today as I also was doing a grocery run and dumping my tanks. FreeRoam had pointed out a BLM dispersed camping spot beside the lake. But looking at it on the map I saw that I might be able to camp on the other side of the road further away from the lake against the hills. A view of the campers far away was preferable to being among them for me.
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Snow is still chasing after me as I go south
I’ve left Montana and am back in Idaho, not far from Idaho Falls. The highway has been blissfully empty until now, but this area has more people and more traffic on the highway. I see a cop’s lights up ahead, but there is just enough traffic that I can’t pull over to the left lane and keep up my speed. So I slow right down to pass them. I see the cop has a partly restored old Camaro pulled over. I can’t believe what I see next. Continue reading
Where I ended up
The day had come for my first time crossing into the United States of America by vehicle. While I have done the trip a couple of times flying, I’m still a newbie when it comes to travelling to the USA. I had eaten/processed all my fresh fruit and veg. I knew where I was from. I knew where I was going. I was set for the border guard questions. I was planning to travel to boondocking near Butte, Montana. I ended up changing my mind at the last minute.
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The ice cream shop of my childhood vacations
I had left Box Lake, heading south towards the US border. My next stop was planned to be near Creston, BC. But my choice of camp in the official recreation site was far up the river, past the cell service and possibly in the snow still. But I had checked Free Roam and found an ‘unofficial’ Goat River site on crown land much farther down the river, within cell service. There would be no snow down there, I hope. But in the meanwhile, I had a drive through some familiar territory from my childhood.
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Islands just off of Wragge Beach
My aborted trip to Wragge Beach Campground on Slocan Lake had me waking up somewhat unlevel camped partway to the site. But my sleep had been fine, it seemed being slightly tilted head down did not affect me as much as I’d thought. I could hack this for one more night – that would give me a chance to hike into Wragge Beach Campground over the snow and see what I was missing. Continue reading
Vancouver Island receding
I am really coming to dislike the actual process of getting to or from Vancouver Island. While I even managed to leave a little early, and get to the ferry an hour before its departure, I still managed a second time not get on that ferry. Now, I had considered this a possibility so getting the 1pm rather than the 10:40am ferry was not a disaster. I could still make it to Keremeos by about 7pm, a little later than I’d like, but I’d take it.
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