July 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
The 3,500 miles are accomplished and the trailer is resting. Laundry is done. Mail sorted through. Memories of Yellowstone’s bubbling mud pots, geysers and steaming pools, buffalo, elk, and herds of tourists, water’s edge campsites, and bone-warming heat are relegated to the “ah, summer” sub-strata of my memories.
I watched the horse-and-rider-dominated fourth of July parade in Cody, WY holding an umbrella for shade. While the bucking broncos and out-to-get you bulls entertained at the Cody rodeo, a two-year old bucking bronco sitting on his mother’s lap rhythmically kicked me in the back all the while.
Telluride, the mountainous and magnificent. The two-thousand-foot drop of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison in Colorado. The morning sun hitting the impossible arches of Arches National Park. Canyonlands National Park at sunset. Following parts of the Oregon Trail.
Not surprisingly, a wind storm with 70-mile winds shook us in the Wind River Valley. Swimming with the dachshunds and a few fish in a cool fresh-water pond at a Moab, Utah campsite in 100-degree heat. Yes, ah summer.
Now were back to misty Northwest mornings, ripe raspberries, beets, swiss chard and new potatoes from the garden as well as routine, obligations, deadlines.
And the soon-to-arrive credit card bill outlining all our thirsty engine’s gas stops.
ⓒ Inger Logelin 2011