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Initiation Into RV Camping

2009 Jayco Jay Flight G2 29BHS Travel Trailer in Winnipeg, Manitoba ...

In our younger years, Sugar and I camped with a tent and sleeping bags, plus maybe a camp stove as a luxury item.  Last fall, at the urging of friends who own a motorhome, we rented a travel trailer to take up to The Black Hills.  The link below is about our adventure camping there.

Check out what happened on our our first time using a recreational vehicle (RV).  It ain’t pretty but it is pretty funny (if you enjoy The Three Stooges or Laurel & Hardy).

I am re-posting it because we are preparing to go RV camping again.  It is that time of year.  Heaven help us!

P.S.  The friends with the motorhome mentioned above have a brand new Mercedes Pleasure Van.  It is like something that a rock band would travel in.  Our little trailer is pulled by the same pickup truck that we use to haul hay.  It is not a Mercedes.  It is a 2000 Ford F-250.   They “camp” in luxury!  For us — not so much.   Still, it is fun and sure beats sleeping in a tent.

My Big Backyard

ImageToday I rode my horse, Woody, about seven miles with a friend, Bob, who took this picture between the ears of his horse, Moose.  This was taken on the ranch next door, Roberts Ranch.  The view is to the West.  The snow-capped mountains in the background are the Rockies.  Rocky Mountain National Park is about 25 miles away.ImageWe startled an elk further up this draw.

ImageThree amigos:  Woody, me and Beau.

ImageThis view is toward Signature Rock on the Overland Trail.

In the Eyes of the Beholder

This morning I am sitting in our sunroom as the sun rises and I wish my eyes were cameras so I could share what I see.

At our house, as with many other places, perhaps even at your own home, the sun is coming up in the East.  It has to come up between some low hills, lighting them with warm color.  As the light expands, the red and orange fades and spreads into neutrality no longer tinted but brighter. 

With the brighter lightness, I can see all directions, each with its own beauty.  To the North is a rocky ridge called Greyrock, half a mile beyond our red and white barn.  The ridge is not merely gray, however; it is interspersed with pink rock and green vegetation.  Beyond the ridge is a rock formation appropriately named Steamboat Rock. 

To the South are blue mountains.  They look like someone cut construction paper of two shades of blue and overlapped them.  Occasionally, traffic on the highway changes the still life landscape into a motion picture.  The highway is a mile from our lane so the noise is not disturbing.  Oddly, it is somewhat comforting because it connects us to the civilized world.

The view to the West is everyone’s favorite.   There is the mountain range for which Colorado is famous, the Rockies.  Basically, we are looking at Rocky Mountain National Park and Roosevelt National Forest.  Much closer, Dead Man’s Butte is to the Southwest, and the North Poudre streams by within thirty yards. 

If my wife lets me borrow her camera, I will post some photos of these scenes within my view.  In the meantime, use your mind’s eye.

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