We got up this morning with, once again, no idea of where we’d be going. We thought maybe Idaho, but decided to stop in Jackson and get some information on camping in the National Forests. Again, NP are not good for dogs. NF are. We spent some time at the visitor center, had sandwiches in the trailer and looked at some of the maps. We decided to head southeast towards some lakeside camping near Pinedale, Wyoming.
We drove for a seemingly ridiculous amount of time and encountered a very long wait at a road construction site (the kind where you’re escorted through). This was a 3 mile escort and took forever. I was sitting in the sun burning and there was NOTHING to look at or do. No Droid (no signal), no camera (charging), no maps – too long between points. I was getting bored and losing patience.
We finally got into Pinedale but unwittingly missed the turn off and headed down a road that eventually turned into gravel (that is, once you crossed the cattle bars).
We decided we should turn around because A) it didn’t seem like we were heading in the right direction and B) our trailer sits so low, we were bound to bottom the thing out on this road.
As I opened the door to let the dogs out, I was about 3 seconds too slow. Twister had just projectile vomited all over the door, so when I opened it, it splashed out all over the running boards and dripped onto the ground. Ewww. Gross. I spent a fair amount of time cleaning the truck, and then took some time to say hello to some cows that were there.
Exceedingly done with boredom for the day, I took over driving for awhile. We turned around, headed back to Pinedale, found route 111, and finally saw signs for Fremont Lake. We found a spot (site 37) and paid our fee ($12).
We took the Boys down to the beach area and they played stick in the lake for a long time. Naturally, my camera battery was yet again recovering from being "exhausted", so I was sans camera and regretting it. The Boys were cracking us up with their antics. We love watching them frolic and play. It just makes us both smile.
Anyway, after the puppy playtime, we walked back to the campsite and drove the truck to the boat launch/marina area on the other side of the lake. The lake is pretty big…it takes some time to get from one end to the other (it’s 11 miles long, ½ mile wide and 600 feet deep in some areas).
We got to the marina in time to see an incredible sunset. No, the pics are not color enhanced...the sky really looked like that.
There was also a lodge and restaurant nearby so we stopped in to check out the offerings. The hostesses were downright snitty with us when we asked to see a menu - they promptly responded with faces full of disdain that they were closed. I'll take a moment to point out that doors propped wide open is not generally an indicator that an establishment is indeed closed. Regardless, we were just there to see the menu for another evening - no need for them to get their britches in a twist. Yes, I know I look ridiculous in my Gilligan’s hat, and I’m not wearing a girly summer dress suitable for your high-dollar establishment; however, unlike the well dressed chic who was stumbling out in a drunken stupor, I won’t throw up in your parking lot.
We came back and ate grilled cheese and soup for dinner. A fine dining experience indeed. Fortunately, I’m a simple date and I'm just as happy, eh, happier, having grilled cheese in our camper than in an upscale restaurant where I have to think about which fork to use. ;)
(Bill's Perspective)
The mosquitos here were the worst I've ever experienced. They stared at you and dared you to expose skin. Although, exposed skin wasn't a requirement for them to suck your blood. Right through my shirt on a couple of occasions they got me. They were big too. The place was pretty cool. There were a few big birds around and Kim does love her big birds. The bike ride was nice too if only as the springboard for other bike rides. I look forward to many. The best part was playing stick with the boys in the lake. We actually extended a second night just so we could go play some more. There were a couple small sections where we had a bit of a beach and the dogs could wade around without fear of running off because there was nothing for them to run off to. Twister even got so brave as to actually swimming to get a stick. Just a couple feet and likely because he unwittingly stepped off a rock or something but it's still swimming. So we played stick for a long time and wore them completely out. It's hard watching them age and seeing them get sore and really tired after a moderate playtime but time marches on... Maybe after our next bike ride the dogs will be sad to see us laying around and sore after such a short ride :)
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