A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Friday, August 13, 2021

From One Extreme to the Other


It was only twenty miles to the next forest service campground and I thought at least we should check it out.  Plus it was lunchtime as we got a late leave from the previous campground since I had a hard time tearing Beans away from it.

Oh my goodness!  What a difference.  See in the distance?  That is a big rig truck crossing over on the interstate highway.

This place has the constant roar of highway traffic going back and forth nearby.

I really had to think about it while I sat there and ate my lunch.  Well, there is hardly anyone else here and it’s only for one day...  So I paid for the spot.  Beans got out, walked around the back and wasn’t impressed.  Back inside she went.  Yeah, just go ahead and make me feel even more guilty!

But our old friend Clarks Fork River is back with us.  I’ll have to go for a dip.
Oh boy!  It was a bit nippy and I only got in half way.
And guess what?  There is a train track on the other side.  No sooner than after I dropped in my payment for our camp spot a train came through blasting its horn.


Beanie Mouse said...

Should've listened to the cat, huh?

Barbara Rogers said...

If only Beans could guide you! Nice river!

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

I once booked into an idyllic cottage b-and-b on a coastal headland with a lighthouse nearby. The views were stupendous but no sooner had I unpacked my things than the fog rolled in. Worse still the lighthouse began sounding its foghorn at regular intervals and that continued throughout the night. Bad mistake.

Toc said...

Hate to admit it, but train whistles are a plus for us. Better than a sleeping pill!