Enthusiast III
During the last week of September, Nanc and I and another couple decided we needed to get out at least once more this year. It would only be for three days and two nights. But being in the mountains beats sitting in town worrying about Covid any day! I haven't been up on the St Joe river for a long time, so convinced everyone we should give it a try. Much of the drive in was along two lane asphalt, with only the last 12 miles on single lane roads. But it was close by and the weather was perfect!
Our Boykin Spanel, Tucker, is now 15 years old and has a tumor in his lung. He loves camping more than we do. So we knew with his time getting short, we wanted him to have the joys of running around, sniffing, lifting a leg, and just being a dog out of doors one more time.
The days were sunny and cool, and the nights, well, they were COLD. Being so close to the river itself we had issues with condensation over the night. But still we slept like babies under the covers. There wasn't a fire ban, so we brought enough wood to keep everyone warm deep into the night, playing cards, swapping stories, and enjoying each others company.
We took a different route on the way home. This area has miles of state and government roads switch backing through the mountains. Although we were a bit too early to see the beauty of the tamaraks turning brilliant yellow, the deciduous underbrush and cottonwoods along the river put on a fine show.
Heading north instead of west, we reached St Regis, MT, around noon. Cheese burgers and a chocolate malt reminded us how nice civilization can be. It was only a couple more hours after that and we were back home.
Our Boykin Spanel, Tucker, is now 15 years old and has a tumor in his lung. He loves camping more than we do. So we knew with his time getting short, we wanted him to have the joys of running around, sniffing, lifting a leg, and just being a dog out of doors one more time.
The days were sunny and cool, and the nights, well, they were COLD. Being so close to the river itself we had issues with condensation over the night. But still we slept like babies under the covers. There wasn't a fire ban, so we brought enough wood to keep everyone warm deep into the night, playing cards, swapping stories, and enjoying each others company.
We took a different route on the way home. This area has miles of state and government roads switch backing through the mountains. Although we were a bit too early to see the beauty of the tamaraks turning brilliant yellow, the deciduous underbrush and cottonwoods along the river put on a fine show.
Heading north instead of west, we reached St Regis, MT, around noon. Cheese burgers and a chocolate malt reminded us how nice civilization can be. It was only a couple more hours after that and we were back home.
