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bowhunterToday is the day!  We are heading off to find the big bucks and put a plan together to put one in the cooler!

Weather for the area we are hunting is calling for partly cloudy with a 20% chance of afternoon showers.  I’d say that is a perfect forecast for August 14th.  Highs for the entire week are calling for 80 degrees, with 50 being the low.  A consistent forecast with no more chances of rain after today.

Our travel plans will put us near La Beaus for a raspberry shake and then on to where we plan on camping.

Once the camp is set up and the firewood gathered we will go do some exploring to see what the “clear cutting” is all about.  We have heard there has been a tremendous amount of it done since we were last hunting in the area.  What will the deer patterns be like with all the forest gone?  That is what your day and a half before the opening day is all about…locating and patterning some of the deer.

It’s all meant to be fun for the boys and a great time for us two older guys as well.

Weasel has opted to purchase a spike elk tag for the area and as a bonus, using archery equipment allows him hunters choice as to take a cow elk.  He plans on being with Conner hunting deer, but should a cow elk come into the picture, Conner will give up the bow so his dad can tag the cow.  Sounds like a great plan to me.  Once the cow is down, it will become me and Cody’s job to bring the meat back to camp.  I’m good with that.

So, the next publication on here will be after this hunt has ended…sometime after the weekend.

Later….Wish us luck!

Bears Butt

August 14, 2014

 

 

 

 

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Today is the final day to get things packed for the hunt.  But before I can do that I have some repair work to do on my rain gutters.  Last nights downpour of rain showed me where my gutters are filled with debris from my trees.  The rain was such a drenching one the gutters could not handle it and came pouring over the end.  Crazy rain.

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Once I’m done with that chore, I’ll get very busy with the details of packing.

I’ve said it before, I’m excited for this outing and I’m just the cook!  Does it get any better than that?

Many years ago I was in a similar situation where I was again the cook and went on a bow hunt with Dry Dog and Weasel.  Both of them were hunting and I was just there to be in the way.  We had a steak night dinner planned the second night of our stay and I knew without a doubt that Weasel was going to bag his first ever buck.  I knew where his ground blind was and I could observe the happenings from a point high above his position.  I wanted to witness the event.

So, in my own way, I planned to have the steaks all cooked for when we came off the mountain with his buck well after dark.  I put all three T-bones in a dutch oven with spuds and onions and buried it in the coals of the fire pit.  I was the smartest one and those steaks would be so very delicious when we got into camp.  A few hot coals under the oven and a few on top and bury the whole shootin match in the ground.

Well, I sat up on the ridge and watched patiently as deer after deer made their way down and past Weasels position.  They fed slowly along but nary a shot was fired.  Did he fall asleep?  Were the animals not in a position he could see them?  From my vantage point they looked to be well within range, clearly bucks and feeding broadside to him.  Well after dark, he emerged from his blind and began the hike down to the camp.  I too returned in the vehicle arriving at about the same time as he and Dry Dog wandered into camp.

After hearing the stories of the evenings events, and no shots were taken, I unveiled the steak supper.

I removed the dirt from the lid and pulled the dutch oven out of its buried spot, set it on the make shift table I had made out of fallen timbers, and took the lid off.  My expectancies were fall off the bone meat, perfectly done spuds and nice glazed onions on top of the whole thing.  My eyes about popped out of my head when they peered down into the pot only to find a mound of charcoal steaming in its own mess.  Right now I don’t remember what we ended up eating for supper, but I sure did ruin 3 perfectly good steaks.

With that in the back of my mind, I promise I will not repeat that mistake on this trip.

Bears Butt

August 13, 2014

 

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If you are going to point a weapon at an animal, you best be ready to shoot:

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Now there is a “good old days” picture if I ever saw one!

Last year Conner bagged a few bunnies while on the muzz hunt, this year it’s his turn to bag a buck!

Today is Monday, and on Thursday of this week, we will have the camp stuff all packed up and will head the mules towards the mountains!  Conner has been doing his homework at the range with his bow and now it’s just a matter of time until he has a buck standing in front of him and he can prove all the hard work and practice will pay off.

It’s always a fun time of year for me, getting ready for the hunt, any hunt.  All the planning and thinking of all the different scenarios that could possibly come into play.   Lists of essential things that need to be packed.  Lists of helpful things that need to be packed.  Lists of “What if” things that need to be packed.  Lists of food that needs to be packed.  And of course, Lists of niceties that need to be packed.

Conner and his younger brother, Cody came up on Saturday and cleaned the camp trailer really good, now it’s time to put all our gear in it.  The refrigerator is plugged into electricity and is very cold right now, ready for food to be put into it.  The battery is on the charger.  Propane has been added to the two tanks and they are ready for the hills.  I’ve looked over the lists more than a dozen times and continue to add things as I think of them.  Sometimes I wonder how we ever used to get by with our hunting.  As a kid I recall, jumping into the station wagon and off we went.  We slept in that rig and had a coleman stove to cook on and dad always brought “the big black grill”.  He could cook up the best meals in the world on that big old grill.  Add in a coffee pot with the grounds boiled in the water.  What more do you need?  Today we are lost without our lanterns, flashlights, cameras, batteries of every sort, binoculars, range finders, spotting scopes, gps units, two way radios (oops, gotta add those to my list) and the list goes on and on.

And I suppose some day, Conner and Cody will look upon this trip as a bare necessity type trip like I recall from my first hunting trip or two.  And too, perhaps there was a lot more put into my first hunting trip than I know about.  Someone had to remember the toilet paper right?  And all the food and drinks!  Not to mention the game bags, rope, guns and bullets, water proofing for the boots and our warm clothing.  And of course the sleeping bags and water and that ever so important “liver and heart” bucket!

Back in the day we would head out as soon as school was out for the week and dad got off work, and be back home by Sunday evening.  Deer or no deer, that was the hunt for the season, even though there were a lot more days to the season left.  Today, we plan on going up a few days before the opening day and staying for a week.  Times have changed.  But the memories go on and on.  We remind ourselves of past hunts when we are sitting around the fire talking.  I have my favorite stories and so did my dad.  I always wanted to hear his story about hunting in Franklin Basin and having the wolf trailing behind him.  It always scared me when he told it, and the next day when I was out hunting, I would keep a good lookout behind me.  That looking behind me actually caused me to bag a buck one time.  Had I not looked back on the trail behind me I would not have seen him slipping around on me to get away.  Yep!  The Good Old Days!

And hopefully this weeks hunting trip will become “the Good Old Days” to a couple of young hunters in the family!

Bears Butt

August 11, 2014

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Practice with his bow is about to become a real deal!  One week until the opener of the Mule Deer bow hunt in Utah.  Conner has a tag for the Cache area and we are heading up on Thursday to set up camp and do a little scouting before the hunt begins.  We have a pretty good idea where we will find the bucks and the day or so of scouting will only prove our theory correct (or not).  We will find bucks before the hunt.

There will be four of us, Conner, Weasel, Cody and myself.  Cody will be there for moral support and to enjoy a hunting camp the way the “boys” do it.  Last year he got to come up with his mom and sister and they had a blast for the two days they were there.  This one will be different as we plan on being out for a full week.  Unless of course Conner fills his tag.  Then we will be coming home early.

Weasel tells me that Conner’s groups are about the size of a paper plate at 40 yards.  We all know that shooting paper is one thing, while shooting at a live animal is an all together different challenge.  I hope he gets a chance to be that close or closer to a buck deer and gets to experience Buck Fever…..Every hunter I know has had it at least once in their lifetime.  I got to witness Wapiti go through it on a mule deer hunt with his rifle one time.

The snow from the night before had stopped falling right as day light was coming for the day.  We hiked away from camp and up a draw, it was very quiet walking and we were taking our time.  I looked to our left and there laying next to a large clump of pine bow bushes, was a very large 4 point buck.  Wapiti had not seen it and so I hurried up and tapped him on the back and whispered the location of the buck.  We backtracked the few yards it took for Wapiti to see the deer laying there.  He used a tree to steady the rifle and proceeded to empty the gun in the direction of the buck.  It was after the second shot that the buck stood up and after the 4th shot it jumped over the pine bows, never to be seen again.  Completely missed by all 5 shots.  Buck Fever at its finest.  I think I was about 14 at the time.

When I was able to hunt (16 years old), my friends dad took me with them on a hunt in a coveted area (now private and very much guarded property), I had the biggest 4 point I had ever seen standing less than 50 yards from me and I shot my 5 shots at it in “Rifleman style”, completely missing the buck and it walked away after the 5th shot…not running, but walking.  I could not believe I missed that deer, but we found all 5 bullet holes in the dirt below where the buck had stood and in the trees high above its standing position.  Less than 10 minutes later I shot a 2 point right in the neck where I aimed.  Buck Fever on buck number one, and completely calm on buck number 2.

I’m very excited to get to accompany my oldest grandson on his first big game hunt and I sure do hope he gets in close to some animals.

Bears Butt

August 8, 2014

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Winemaker and I decided to take a short jaunt up to a place called Hoback Junction today.  The above sign is missing two animals, well probably three or four I can think of right off hand….Deer, Bear, Potguts, Porcupines, Badgers, Chipmunks, Squirrels and Weasels, to name a few.  This sign is on the way to and from Hoback.

So, if you have read all of the stories on Bears Butt Dot Com, you have no doubt read one on my take of how this place got its name, but I did a bit of research and found a different story all together.  Not entirely off track from my own story, as it still involves mountain men.  I think my take is closer to the truth than the one on Wikipedia.  A mountain man named John Hoback was supposedly the guide for the Astor party back in 1811 and he lead them through this part of the country on the way to see what Jim Bridger was all hot and bothered about….spewing hot water geysers and ground that never froze up in the Yellowstone area….what a story teller that Jim Bridger was.

Anyway, that is our destination for the day…going up to see an old acquaintance of ours and to eat in a famous cafe in Alpine.

More later on.

Bears Butt

August 7, 2014

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Just some fun!

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On Sunday, August 3rd, we got up late as usual and ate a late breakfast as well.  We were actually stalling for time until Winemaker’s Uncle Clyde would be up and moving and ready for our visit.  Winemaker had made a lot of calls last night and had things lined up but there wasn’t any “time” established for us to show up to his place.  So, we figured a man in his mid to late 90′s would not be moving much before 10.  We got to his place around 10:30 or 11 (I’m not sure) and he had been up early and moved the cows out of the roadway.  He figured we would be there around 8 and so he wanted to be at the gate by the road to let us in.  Well  he had his cows in an area between two gates, one at the road side, the other near his home.  As he made his way to get the gate by the house open, the cows over took him and pushed their way into around his house.  He opened another gate to a different pasture and finally got the cows to move into that place.  Then he opened up the two gates so we could just drive right in when we got there.  After such a cow punching ordeal, he was tired and needed a rest.  We got there about the time he was rested up and ready for visitors.

Uncle Clyde is a great guy.  Short and skinny and full of fun and mischief.  I’m betting that in his younger days he was a hoot to pal around with.  He and his second wife (she has passed), built their retirement home when he was 80.  He is now 96 years young and still giving the cows a run for their money.  We got to visit with him and two of his daughters, Debbie and Terrie, for a few hours.  It was fun to get to meet them and share some of our stories.  Uncle Clyde could remember most of the fun things even if he wasn’t there at the time.  His goal is to live to be 100 and after visiting with him I am sure he will make it.

Well, after leaving Uncle Clyde’s, we decided we would head for Flaming Gorge and see how close we could make it.  Our drive took us over Douglas Pass and trust me on this one, it is a steep and winding road to the top!  Rather scary in some spots, but they were on Winemakers side, so it didn’t bother me too much.  Going down the other side was a slow ordeal in the coach as I dropped it into “1″ and left it there for the 7 miles it took to come off the top.  At one point I was very glad I was going so slow, because at a hair pin turn (they are all hair pin turns), a truck pulling a 4 horse trailer was on my side of the road and cut the corner very close.  Had I been going even half the speed limit I’m sure we would have collided.  I ended up stopping and as he went past the back of the horse trailer was only a couple of feet away from the front of the coach.  Just more proof of the intelligence of some horse owners.

Our travel took us up and down and over and back and finally we  found ourselves in Vernal, Utah.  And the time was only about 4:45!  We made pretty good time going over Douglas Pass.  I told Winemaker we needed to get up into the mountains and into the cool air.  The temperature in Vernal had to be in the mid 90′s.  So, up the winding road we went towards Dutch John and Flaming Gorge.  We had no idea where we would finally park for the night, but we just kept on keeping on.

In the pines and quakies, the air was nice and cool and the clock wasn’t much past 5:30, when we spotted a Forest Service campground and pulled into it.  There were lots and lots of camping spots and with our Senior discount the cost would be $8 for the night!  We camped in number 6, backed into the 30 foot opening and shut ‘er down!  A quick setup and I was popping a beer at 5:45!  Can’t beat that.

As the night began to come upon our spot, the deer began showing up.  I think we counted 4 and the first two almost walked right into our camp spot.

We went to bed early, 9:30 or so, and it was very quiet and peaceful.  There were several sprinkling rain storms that passed over us in the night and this morning we awoke to an outside temperature of 55!  Enough that I wore my coat to take the garbage down to the dump site and walk MaPa’s.  We also saw 4 more deer and I don’t think they were all the same ones we saw last night.

We decided to call it a trip and put our rig on the road for home.  I wanted to go back by way of I-80 from Green River and so the trip from Manila to Green River was only the second time I have ever been on that stretch of road.  Nothing spectacular, just a lot of rolling sage covered hills and deep eroded gullies.

I gassed it for the last time in Green River and we made it home just after 3 p.m.

A fun circle of a trip that took us through some spectacular scenery.  Only two of the nights required air conditioning and we saw a lot of deer along the way.

So, what do I think (in general) about the towns we went through?

Moab…Too commercial, too many people, not a really friendly place.

Monticello….Don’t blink.

4 Corners….Worth the trip just to say you were there.

Dolores…..A cool little town to look at as we drove through.  Very glad Dennis and Laura live close by.  I think if you were going to stop there for an overnight and wanted to see the town, all you would see is the inside of bars.  Lots of bars.

Grand Junction….Friendly folks, a bit on the hot side (this time of year).  A town bigger than I expected and it’s spread out over a lot of ground.  There seems to be something there for everyone.

Vernal….A pretty “dirty” little town, reasonable gas prices.

Green River…About the same as Vernal.  I didn’t spend any time talking to anyone as we only stopped for gas and were gone.  They force you to drive through town to get back onto the freeway and the center of town looks interesting.  Again, lots of bars.

Willard….Well, it’s home and always will be.  It’s very nice to be home.

Bears Butt

August 4, 2014

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We have been covering a lot of ground since I was last on here….sorry, but without satellite computer connections I have to wait until I’m at a place with WiFi.  We arrived here last night and I’ll tell you more about that towards the end of this.

So, the last you read we were in Moab enjoying the WiFi of another campground, it’s funny how this all works…just joking.  You also were told we were going to make the loop up through Castle Valley and over the LaSal Mountain…well we didn’t make that loop and here’s why.

When you are travelling with a 30 foot class A motorhome, you get quite restricted as to the places you can and can’t go, we experienced that when we went into Arches National Monument.  Add to that our little dog MaPa’s and you have just doubled your restrictions.  Signs throughout the park say “No Dogs” on the trails.   So, even though we are not equipped to go hiking very far, we could not go hiking anywhere.  So, take it from me, don’t waste your money on the park entrance fee of $10 and your gas to drive the 30 mile round trip through the park because that is all you will do and you will not see but one arch (a long way off) the entire way and a pinnacle spire of a rock that looks like a phelic  (sp) symbol.  Just pick up a brochure and take close up pictures of the pictures in it and tell everyone “You were there”, close enough.

So, we wasted about 3 hours doing  just that and that cost us our trip through the LaSal mountains and Castle Valley.  But the day was grand weather wise and off we headed towards Monticello and eventually the 4 Corners area.

Winemaker got to see Newspaper Rock, but here again, with little MaPa’s in tow, I took him for a walk across the road, while she visited the rock.  From there we headed toward Foy Lake in hope of locating a good camp spot there for the night…no shade…so down to Dalton Springs we went.  Dalton Springs is a very nice camp ground $10/night, tucked away off to the side of the road leading to and from Monticello.  They have fresh water if you have a way to carry it, but the nicest part about our stay was the quiet.  So very quiet and full of nice shade trees (tall oak trees).  You almost felt like you had to whisper to be allowed to stay.  We had only three other campers sharing the 14 or so camp areas with us and we all maintained our distance from each other.  Only an occasional cough or closing door could be heard.   Of course at the entrance was a sign about “Bears have been seen in the area” and the usual warning about keeping a clean camp and your food inside a locked container.  Oh ya!   For those without a way to keep their food locked up, they have a “Bear Proof” locking metal container in the middle of all the camp sites for you to use.  I opened it up and looked inside…pretty cool.  It was big enough you could sleep in it if you had to, but remember, if you do get inside to sleep, you will have to have someone from the outside let you out.  In that remote of an area you might be in there a few days.

So, we went to bed about 8:45 p.m., it was dark and very quiet.  The distant thunder of a storm way off to the South could be heard and only twice during the night did I hear faint pattering of rain on our roof.  Just enough to make sure no dust was going to ruin our stay.  It was very nice…quiet and very cool, almost cool enough to warrant the furnace heater, but we resisted and just cuddled under the blankets.  MaPa’s made sure he was between us as well.

During our deep sleep, about 5 a.m., a sudden commotion outside sounded like a pack of 50 wolves, began howling and making a very big racket!  I sat up in bed with a start!  What the heck!!!  The wolves were not far off and my mind went racing to the poor people up the campsite sleeping in a tent.  The noise was coming from their direction!  And then my sleeping mind began to sort out the noises…Hounds….hounds that chase after bears and cougars.  A Houndsman had turned his pack loose just up the road and they were baying and charging through the forest trying to locate something of interest.  As time went on, their baying and barking got fainter and fainter and soon they were so far off you could barely hear them.  That was sort of a rush and I’m certain the people up the road (with Colorado license plates) were “rushed” even more.  Can you imagine what they thought with that noise so very close to their camp?  Especially if they had been enjoying some of their wacky weed.

Well, MaPa’s got quite a thrill out of it as well, and he kept his head up, be didn’t move one muscle, nor did he make any sounds.

After a good breakfast, we packed up and headed for the 4 Corners National Monument.  A pretty long boring drive, but we made it and had another tourist take our pictures standing in 4 states at the same time.  Well, we were holding onto one another with two feet in two states for the pictures…Winemaker in Colorado and New Mexico, while I was in Utah and Arizona.  The place is different than we expected and they had many booths around the placard in the middle, each boot selling Indian jewelry and assorted trinkets and bobbles.  We went for a Fry Bread and made a sandwich out of it for our lunch.  The other shining beads and stuff didn’t appeal to us, besides little old MaPa’s was looking forlornly out the coach window, anxiously waiting our return.  He is such a good little dog.

Now, it’s on to another tourist “must see”….Mesa Verde!  Spanish translation for this place is “Green Table”.  We planned on spending a night very near there and then all day exploring the many relics that make up that place.  The brochures we had all said the same type of things that they did at Arches…No Dogs, hiking with guided tours, bring lots of water etc….

On our way, we contacted Laura, Dennis’s wife, and she said she was on her way but would not be at their cabin until about 3 hours or so later, but that Dennis was already there.  We should stay at their place and then go see the Mesa Verde the next day.  It all sounded so good, they even offered us a car and to watch MaPa’s.  Well, we aren’t the type to impose like that but the offer to stay at their place sounded like we could not turn them down.  Soon we got a call from Dennis and he met us at a place (accidently we were lost in downtown Deloris) and led us to their cabin.  As we were about to leave Deloris, his last comment to me was, “When we get to the bridge, don’t worry about how narrow it looks, it will hold the weight of your coach, I take mine across it all the time”!

Bridge?  What bridge?  I don’t recall seeing any bridge when I looked up their place on Google Earth.  Oh well, maybe I was looking at a different place than theirs.  But soon there I was faced with “The Bridge”….just barely the width of the coach (inside duel tires only) and I drove across it like I knew what I was doing.  The back of the rig only slightly dipped as the right rear tires came onto it.  Our speed carried us the rest of the way.  Life is good.

We spent the night at their place, sleeping in the coach and not hooking up to their facilities.  Their cabin runs totally on solar power and to hook up would mean they would have to turn on a generator or go through some other “battery draining” thing and I did not want that to happen….our batteries are good enough for a night’s stay.  They served us a very nice evening meal of venison steaks, spuds and salad…yummy!  And in the morning a great breakfast burrito, one of Dennis’ famous meals….Both meals were very good.  Our visit was super as well and we got to all share stories of our past and of course to see their very nice cabin and properties.  I also got to meet Dennis’ father and step mother.  His dad is in his 90′s and still going strong.  He shared several of his war stories with me and I got to see how he gasses gophers.   22 minutes is all it takes to kill the whole bunch.

In the morning we had convinced ourselves a trip through the Green Table, would be just like the Arches one and decided we needed to head for Grand Junction to visit with some of Winemakers relatives.  We said our good byes to Dennis and Laura and headed for the narrow bridge.

I didn’t even slow down as I approached the bridge, figuring if it caved in with us, that was what was meant to be and off we went.  I don’t think it even creaked as I went across it, after all, Dennis said the “Bureau” had recently rebuilt it.

Now on the road that takes you from Deloris up through Telluride and over towards Grand Junction.  The road from Deloris to Telluride and down the other side is very interesting and beautiful and if it wasn’t for all the folks trying to get to Telluride to get their stashes of weed, it would have been a much better trip, but they were all in such a hurry, I was as tense as could be by the time we started down the other side.  Not much traffic going down, as they were all going up, to get “UP”.  Dennis and Laura say it is fun to go to Telluride to watch the people all standing around in their tie died get ups and saying weird stuff to one another.  Dennis says that even the dogs are on the stuff.   We didn’t actually go into the town, as the road has a turn off before you get to it…just another “Park City” to us.  Pretty scenery though.

As we proceeded down the road, I felt the need to top off the fuel tank because I didn’t know what to expect on the road.  The map shows a series of snake like squiggles and distance marks that didn’t make a whole lot of sense.  I passed on gassing in a small town along the way, figuring the next town would have a bigger place to pull into.  As it turned out we ended up gassing in Grand Junction with the fuel gauge licking the “E”.  The drive was “normal” until we got into a steep walled canyon, with the Deloris river running down the bottom of it.  The cliff walls stood 200 or so feet vertically on both sides of us and it was so cool to be driving down through it.  Miles and miles of it as we wound our way along.  At one point I could see the remains of a cliff side road made out of timbers sticking out of the walls with other timbers laid on top of the ones sticking straight out from the cliff face.  I didn’t get a chance to pull over for pictures as the road is two lanes going each way.  In my mind they would have been wonderful pictures and to think about the people who actually drove their horses and wagons on that “road”, wholly crap!

We arrived safely in Grand Junction, gassed up at the slowest gas pump in the west and finally made our camp at the Junction West RV Park!  I was ready for a beer and to get away from the wheel.

In my excitement to get parked, I left the door open and the step down as I followed our host to our camp spot and in backing in, I hit a post with the step…I didn’t break anything, but bent the step bad enough it would not close.  DANG!  Now what?  After a couple of beers and having taken MaPa’s over for a bathroom break, I remembered throwing in my “new” tool bag that Duck had given me and in it I had placed my “come along”.  At home I thought about taking that out, but figured, what the heck, it won’t be in the way and besides, it’s already in the bag….Nothing happens by accident and I’m sure glad I had it.  I borrowed a short nylon rope from the host and tied it to the rear axle under the rig, hooked the one end of the come along to it, the other to the step and with a couple of clicks and a prayer or two the step went right back into shape and closed just like new!   Thank you Junction West hosts and Thank you God!

While I was busy doing my thing, Winemaker was contacting her relatives and made arrangements for us all to meet today…Sunday….I’ll make us some breakfast now and then we will be on our way.  If we don’t spend all day visiting we might make our next destination….Flaming Gorge, or somewhere between Grand Junction and there.  Who knows, but stand by and you’ll find out in upcoming events on this station…..Bears Butt Dot Com!

Bears Butt

August 3, 2014 (what happened to July???)

P.S.

Dennis said he has not seen any Eurasian Collard Doves in the Doloris area…..Well, get ready Dennis, they have a firm Wing-Hold here in Grand Junction!!!!

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Made it to Moab without much incidents, but there was a big rig driver that wasn’t using much common sense as he passed us with oncoming traffic, had I not been aware of what was going on he would have side swiped us.  I had to move over to the right and almost onto the dirt off the road to avoid his stupidity.  We are all safe.

The evening was comfy but these crowded campgrounds don’t do much for letting you kick back.  Our neighbors were harboring all the shade but we moved in on them and made them uncomfortable in the end.

This morning our neighbors to the East moved out really early and left behind their sewer hookup hose and their fresh water hose laying on the ground…dummies!  They were in one of those Cruisamerica.com rentals.  Skinnie folks who like to ride their bikes.  This campground stuff is full of fun folks to watch.  Just now a lady about my age walked past with her curling iron and comb and headed for the common area bathroom.  When she walked past going the other way a half hour later…low and behold…she looked just like she did going to the place.  I suppose she forgot what she went there to do.

Todays itinerary is going to be a fun one.  A ride through Arches National Park (we have our old peoples life time pass) to see what might have fallen down since our last visit.  Maybe even see some “splatted” people hanging from a rope…who knows?  From there we are going up through Castle Valley and the loop through the LaSal Mountains East of Moab and back to the main road.  Then down to Newspaper Rock, so Winemaker can see all the writing on that.  From there up the steep road where Dennis took us on the elk hunt.  Maybe even camp at that lake he took us to.  At any rate we plan on Boondocking for the night somewhere on that mountain.

Alas:  No internet, no e-contact with the rest of the world, can we survive without facebook, emails, phone service, Bears Butt Dot Com?  Perhaps our time can be consumed with a little trout fishing and talking to each other!

Tonights gormet meal will be beef steak and some special potatoes we made up with Mayo, minced garlic, salt, pepper, onions and wrapped up in aluminum foil.  The instuctions says to place it on the grill, leave it for 10 minutes, flip it over, 10 more minutes and it’s done.  We will see.  I can tell you that the mayo sauce was yummy tasting.

OK!  That is the wrap for now.  Time to eat our breakfast burritos and get on with the days travels.  Could there be anyone stupid enough to be jumping off the arch on a rope today?  We are about to see!

Bears Butt

July 31, 2014

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