Here we are in Wyoming; Buffalo, where I am wi-fi-ing in the library, is at a bit less than 5,000 feet elevation, and the campground where we are living is at something like 6,000 feet. So, on average, I am a mile high. No comments from the peanut gallery, please.
We had a bit of a late departure from home -- 24+ hours late, to be truthful. Car trouble, Smokey not feeling well enough to fix it, our eternal optimism about how long it would take to pack. But our good buddy Lennie came to the rescue and did all the tire mounting and oil changing and other stuff that needed to be done before we set out on this adventure.
A couple little giggles from Lennie's shop:
Twenty hours after we left the lake -- and one dead deer* later -- we pulled into the Middle Fork Creek campground.
That's Middle Fork creek viewed from my knitting chair.
Note the handy cup of tea and iPod. I'm on my second audio book already and have finished a pair of socks and the skinny cotton Clapotis.
No photo of the Clap until I get home and block it.
I am half done with another chemo hat, this one for one of Smokey's co-workers. This hat is from the same lace-edged hat pattern that I, er, *modified* for my friend Mary. Raydean's hat, however, looks exactly like the pattern photo. Yay, me! I can conquer a four-row lace pattern that has two plain knit rows! Photo of that one will be forthcoming after I get home and block the lace edging. I am feeling quite triumphant.
This is a dog that has just seen a squirrel/other dog/leaf twitch:
She practically went nuts when this pretty girl crossed the campground (sorry for the blurry photo; the subject is in the middle of the creek, crossing from right to left):
* Smokey hit a deer twenty miles from home.
The bumper is sad but the car was still drivable. He plans to putz with it while we are here and make it prettier.
