#mosquito river campground

[my-lifes-reward]

Backpacking the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore - Day 4

This video is the fourth day of a five day backpacking trip of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. This is a 42 mile trail that starts at the Grand Sable Visitor's Center near Grand Marais, MI and ends at Munising Visitor's Center in Munising, MI.

This video is the fourth day of a five day backpacking trip of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. This is a 42 mile trail that starts at the Grand Sable Visitor’s Center near Grand Marais, MI and ends at Munising Visitor’s Center in Munising, MI. Day four was 8 miles. Though not as many scenic views as Day 2 and 3, this trail still passes through some of the most scenic views in the world.…

[fleurcareil]

West Ontario: Thunder Bay and Kenora

It feels like ages ago that I left Sleeping Giant as I'm currently in Calgary, three provinces further west 😅 but been busy traveling with very little internet access, so will aim to catch up by writing shorter posts! 🤞

On the way to Thunder Bay I visited the Terry Fox memorial - for non-Canadians, he was a young man who ran a "marathon of hope" to raise awareness for cancer; having started in St John's in Newfoundland, he ran 3,339 miles across Canada close to here, where he had to stop as his cancer returned & he died shortly afterwards. Supporting Terry Fox runs by friends were the first donations that I made in Canada (I must admit I never ran myself) and he has rightly so turned into an inspiration for many. The memorial serves both as a reminder that our health is the very first thing we should take care of, and as a motivation to never give up on life... ❤

In Thunder Bay I did the usual errands plus an unsatisfactory visit to a BMO bank branch, where I had hoped they would reinstate my credit card after a suspicious activity... however, they only could send a new card to my friends in Dundas (where I'll be back end September 🤔) so that stressed me out but luckily with the help of great friends 😍, I received the replacement card this morning in Calgary so I can now worriless continue spending 😝.

Half an hour west from Thunder Bay I breaked for lunch at the Kakabeka Falls, the so-called "Niagara Falls of the North"... although pretty (& in a more natural setting than Niagara Falls), the comparison doesn't really hold true 🤣

After that it was a 2hr+ drive to the little village of Ignace where I stayed in a lovely inn on a lake, run by a couple that used to live in Toronto but had moved here during the pandemic in search for a quieter life (which it certainly is with its 1,200p population!) .

Along the drive, the trees were still the same boreal forest (which I probably will never want to see again after this roadtrip 😁) and it was grey and boring so couldn't wait to stop for the day... the only interesting thing is that I changed another hour back in time, similar to Labrador not at a provincial border but just randomly somewhere 😅. Meant I had an extra hour to sit with my legs up!

Next day, I made the last 3-hour push to arrive in Kenora, the most westerly town in Ontario and famous for being on the massive Lake of the Woods. The roads were much busier here with several links to the US border, and suddenly it became agricultural with rolling fields west of Dryden, a change from the forever-forest!

In the evening, the lake at my campsite at Rushing River provincial park became dead still and massive clouds turned pink when the sun set... pretty! 😍 As a really great plus, there were no longer flies and very few mosquitos which makes being outside so much nicer. As a really big negative, there was a snake that came my way when I was sitting at the picknick table chatting with a friend. After booing it away, I researched Ontario snakes and although the common eastern gartersnake is not poisonous and doesn't normally attack, I was less than pleased when it showed up next to me again! 😵

In the morning, the water was still very calm so had a beautiful paddle before breakfast. I never cease to be happy when I'm on the water!! 🤩

Thereafter, I drove into town for a boat tour on the MS Kenora along tons of islands, rich houses, "devil gaps", spiritual rocks as well as 6 bald eagles. It was pretty but very hazy due to the smoke so then everything turns into the same gray-yellow hue... 🤨

After visiting an art gallery dedicated to a local painter and an interesting exhibit on the 150th anniversary of Indigenous Treaty #3 - " which will last as long as the sun will shine and the water runs, that is to say forever", it was patio time for a drink & snack with view on the lake! ☀️ Back at the campground, it was so sticky hot that I went for another little paddle to the beach and a refreshing swim 🤓

There was too much wind in the morning for another paddle so spent some time cleaning out and repacking the car, throwing away any items that I hadn't used for the last two months, no point in keeping those!

Although it was a great spot on the water, the campsite was a walk-in on a slope so I ended up hating it going up & down endlessly to my car... mental note never to book that again!

Before heading out, I did a small hike along the namesake rapids that the park was created for, but it was hot & humid so not enjoyable.

Time to say goodbye to Onario and off to Manitoba!

Wildlife: 1 deer (Dryden), 1 common eastern gartersnake (twice!), 6 bald eagles and 1 loud flying loon (Rushing River/Kenora)

SUPs: two at Rushing River

Hikes: one at Rushing River

[texasobserver]

”200,000 Steps on the Lone Star Hiking Trail” by Sergio Chapa, from the May/June 2023 issue of Texas Observer magazine:

I grew up in northwest Austin at the edge of the Texas Hill Country, where hiking through the woods and playing in creeks were daily activities. So, I’ve always been an “outdoors person.” After moving to Houston for a journalism job, I quickly began running and biking along the city’s mostly concrete-lined bayous. Then an environmental activist told me something intriguing: Just an hour north of the traffic and skyscrapers of downtown Houston is the 96-mile Lone Star Hiking Trail, the longest footpath in Texas.

During April 2020, I began a quest to hike the full trail along with a friend in my “COVID bubble.” It was a sunny and unseasonably hot day as we embarked from mile marker zero inside the 163,000-acre Sam Houston National Forest. So early in the pandemic, we hiked without seeing another person, hearing a car on the road, or spotting an airplane in the sky. The only sounds were chirping birds, squirrels and lizards scurrying, and the wind blowing through the leaves.

It was a Coronavirus-safe activity and I was hooked. 

On maps, the national forest is depicted as a massive patch of public land. But on the ground, hundreds of U.S. Forest Service tracts are broken up by private timberlands, farms and ranches, and a growing number of rural homes and subdivisions. Mostly flat to rolling terrain, the forest is laced with creeks as well as the east and west forks of the San Jacinto River and the not-so-scenic lanes of Interstate 45.

Starting near Richards and ending near Cleveland, the Lone Star Hiking Trail proper is 96 miles through the forest with five optional loops adding another 32 miles. Depending on one’s height and weight, that’s roughly 200,000 steps. Given a pace of about three miles per hour, it would take roughly 32 hours to hike the entire trail nonstop. Hiking about eight hours per day means less than a week of hiking and camping. 

But that’s not the path I chose. 

It took me sixteen trips with various friends over two years to hike the entire trail. Confession: We weren’t disciplined about it; sometimes weeks or months lapsed between forays. Most often, I’d park my car at one of the 15 trailheads and we’d hike for five or six miles and then head back. On every visit, the trail provided valuable relief with its clean air, social distancing, and an escape from the four-wall confinement of lockdown and stress. Our slower approach allowed us to experience the forest in all four seasons.

Spring is marked by fresh light green leaves, wildflowers and white color pops of dogwood and magnolia blossoms. The summer can be brutally hot, but it’s the best time to enjoy Lake Conroe or Double Lake. The fall brings orange, red, and yellow hues as purple beautyberries and red yaupon holly berries ripen in the understory. Pine trees and oaks stay green during winter while colonies of colorful mushrooms and fungus sprout on the forest floor. 

I shared our hikes on Twitter and Instagram, and the Lone Star Hiking Trail became a hit with my social media followers too.

It’s much easier to hike the trail virtually. To do it in person, you need plenty of water, snacks, insect repellent, spare socks, powder, paper towels and wipes, and willingness to rough it, since there are no bathrooms or vending machines aside from spartan amenities at the Stubblefield and Double Lake campgrounds. Good walking shoes and long pants with high socks reduce risks of scratches, bug bites and ticks. Snakes on this trail mostly flee from people. However, mosquitoes and spiders are fearless. 

Early morning hikes meant the person in the lead breaks overnight cobwebs. Scat with fur signaled coyotes and bobcats, but the most worrisome signs were the wallows and rooting of feral pigs. My worst fear was encountering hogs, which can attack when frightened or startled. Luckily, we never saw any.

Sam Houston is one of the state’s four national forests created by Congress during the Great Depression. The timber industry previously clear-cut large swaths of the Piney Woods. State lawmakers bought hundreds of barren tracts in 1933, with the intent of adding them to the national forest system. President Franklin D. Roosevelt proclaimed Angelina, Davy Crockett, Sabine, and Sam Houston national forests in October 1936. Roosevelt’s Civilian Conservation Corps planted millions of trees. The U.S. Forest Service gave the Lone Star Chapter of the Sierra Club permission to build the trail in 1967. The trail and all its loops were complete by 1978. 

It’s big enough that you can easily get lost. I’m an experienced outdoorsman, but we’ve gotten lost on the Lone Star Hiking Trail, marked by small reflective markers nailed into the trunks of trees. It’s easy to lose track of the markers after leaving U.S. Forest Service land and walking down a rural road to the next section. Cell-phone service can be spotty, so it’s best to download Lone Star Hiking Trail Club maps in advance. 

But not all of this wilderness is protected. Legally distinct from national parks and refuges, national forests can be used for hunting, fishing, timber, grazing, mining, oil, and natural gas. By law, the U.S. Forest Service must manage Sam Houston with no single resource emphasized over others. To that point, the 163,000 acres also include trails for ATVs, mountain bikes, and horses. Lakes are stocked with bluegill, largemouth bass, and catfish. Oil wells and easements for pipelines and power lines are common.

Historically, wildfires kept the forest from getting too dense and unhealthy. Today, the U.S. Forest Service uses controlled burns and sustainable timber harvesting in efforts to control a pest known as the southern pine beetle and improve habitat for the red-cockaded woodpecker, an endangered species that favors open “pine savannas” and nests from April to June. Over the decades, environmentalists and forest managers have sparred in court over forestry practices related to the beetle and woodpecker.

I looked for those woodpeckers, but only heard their distinctive high-pitched chirps and tap tap-tapping hidden in the canopy. 

Sprawl and suburbanization are the biggest threat to the forest and to this trail. I-45, the busy thoroughfare connecting Houston and Dallas, divides it in two, creating a formidable barrier for wildlife and people. The Texas Department of Transportation spent millions improving a 15-mile stretch of highway between Huntsville and New Waverly but spent little on allowing hikers or wildlife to cross safely under the roadway where cars speed past a white 67-foot statue of Texas founding father Sam Houston.

I wish the Texas legislature would use some of its $32.7 billion budget surplus to create a buffer for this trail—and improve the crossings that either don’t exist or have been damaged and make a through-hike so challenging. Unfortunately, this year has seen news in the opposite direction: The state recently lost a lovely park further north on the I-45 corridor that offered its own woodland paths.

In theory, animals can use the narrow corridor where Big Chinquapin Creek goes under the highway, but hikers must trudge four miles along three rural roadways and the I-45 frontage road in order to reach the next trail section. 

Country-club communities such as Elkins Lake and the Texas Grand Ranch subdivision with its two- to five-acre lots allow people to live at the edge of the forest. As an unintended result, nonnative ornamental plants are escaping into the wild and becoming invasive species. The average person may not notice, but I kept spotting exotic plants like nandina, wax-leaf ligustrum, Chinese tallow, chinaberry, bamboo, and hardy orange all along the trail. 

Volunteers with the Lone Star Hiking Club and the Houston area Sierra Club maintain the trail and try to clear out invaders. I’d love to give back and join them one day.

But it’s a big job—and progress is often slow.

A vehicle bridge to the Stubblefield Campground washed out during Hurricane Harvey in August 2017 but was not rebuilt until 2022. A footbridge over scenic and shaded bluffs of the east fork of the San Jacinto River in the Magnolia section of the trail was destroyed more than eight years ago and never replaced. 

Hikers are forced to take a complex detour, though I opted to park my car at the next trailhead and walk to the opposite bank. 

Even as the pandemic fades, I’m still going back for more, particularly to hike the loops outside the main trail. To me, this escape seems even more valuable with Houston growing at a pace that will see it overtake Chicago as the third-largest U.S. city. Even as the metropolitan area expands in all directions, the forest still offers respite.

[bike42]

Monday July 22

Island Mine (4.3 mi on map)

Apple Watch 5.05, total time 3:10, average pace 39’48”, 731 ft elevation gain

We were in pretty thick trees and there was a layer of thin clouds, so the sun didn’t wake me up this morning … but Jeff packing up his sleeping bag did. I snuggled into my sleeping bag and wished I could sleep for another hour, but the sound of the others moving around made me get up.

Made a smaller batch of Oatmeal this morning, remembered my spices and we threw in some strawberries and blueberries that Lynn & Kent’s daughter had dehydrated. We added some olive oil (Jeff accidentally burned the top last night so we were trying to use it up) and it was quite tasty - and just the right portion size for our group! Clean up took a little longer, and we had a few laughs while we were packing up as Dan, who didn’t have a belt along, tried to make suspenders out of rope to keep his pants up!

Three guys came in last night on a boat, we didn’t chat with them then, but did a little this morning when they came up to camp in search of the privy. They’re from Duluth, up here fishing. They mentioned it might rain today, but for now it was very thin clouds. For the second day though, Lake Superior was eerily calm!

By 9:30a, we were packs on and ready to go. We had some intel from the guys we’d met yesterday, plus there was a sign by the pier describing the best route to the Island Mine trailhead. That was to walk along the beach as the trail was overgrown and you could also be thrown off by animal trails!

There were two spots we had to leave the beach - one over the Siskiwit River on a rickety bridge, and then for a short cut over the peninsula. I led that portion, getting a face full of spider webs. I must have left the mosquitoes in my wake however, because the rest of the group came out to the beach and quickly put their bug nets on! The rocks on the beach on the other side of the peninsula were prettier, and I quickly spotted an agate! Most of Lake Superior’s shores are picked clean of agates these days, but I’m guessing few people actually traverse this beach! Lots of other cool rocks with algae or something that looked like hieroglyphics!

We had 1.8 miles of beach walk, then turned inland. I braced myself for more busting through the foliage, but was so delighted to find it was mostly beautiful trail! We had a packs off break at 3 miles and I unzipped my pant legs and took off the t-shirt underneath my long sleeve hiking shirt. We’d been climbing and I was hot!! I sprayed down with bug dope and wasn’t too irritated by them today.

We continued to climb, and most of us took another “lay down on the granite slab break” after a particularly steep climb (which made me feel like lap 13 on last years 29029 challenge!). We were delighted to come upon the Island Mine campground just after the 5 mile mark on my watch - about 1 pm.

It was a fabulous group campsite with more than 4 awesome tent sites and a fire ring, but the place was swarming with mosquitoes! We pitched our tents, and started gathering firewood. Good to get some smoke going to dissipate the bugs somewhat.

Tam brought out lunch and it was different to be eating lunch with a fire going and tents already pitched.

The guys from yesterday also told us they found a small stream for water about a quarter mile up the trail. A group of us ventured out there, Dan used his pump filter, Kent filled the gravity filter, and I used the steripen on the full Nalgene bottles. We calculated how much water we’d need for dinner, breakfast and hiking tomorrow - a lot! Just as we were finishing up, it started raining lightly. Lynn headed back to have Jeff and Gary help her set up their new awning. The campsite has a pretty thick canopy of trees, so not a lot of rain was falling in most spots of our side - just sprinkles on our tent.

Good to have the time to hang around this afternoon. It’s been hard to visit on these narrow, overgrown trails! Jeff retreated to the tent for a siesta, and I went in to write and read. The others stayed outside visiting, even though it was raining harder. I love being in the tent in a rainstorm!!

Jeff and I emerged from our tent about 5:30p and found the gang had water boiling for dinner. We shared 3 packets of Ginger Chicken with Rice - yummy, with chocolate bars for desert, plus we finished off our little bit of bourbon. While we were finishing dinner, we had a visitor. A guy from Kentucky camping on the single sites with his 17 year old daughter and 12 year old son. They came from Feldtman Lake today - about 17 miles - wow! They flew into Windigo and are hiking to Rock Harbor then will take the Ranger to Copper Harbor to rendezvous with his wife and younger two kids - hard core!!

Lynn and Kent were nervous about where their tent was pitched so after dinner we moved their tent to under their awning for the evening. We stood around the fire pit for awhile, stirring the ashes and soaking up the heat, wearing our rain jackets. We’d expected rain, and thankfully, this was perfectly timed.

Early night, planning on early departure so we can relax and clean up before our plane leaves at 3p EST from Windigo. The plan is to be hiking by 7am!!

[dougrobyngoold]

Dugway Campground - Dugway Recreation Site, WY

We found our way to the Dugway Campground - trash cans, water, and vault toilets - what a nice free campground on the shores of the North Platte River! We backed into one of the 5 sites, which all have a fire ring/grill and a picnic table, along with a trash receptacle. All of the sites came with mosquitoes, too - haha! It is a pretty spot and, since we are in Wyoming, there is a nice breeze to help combat the mosquitoes.

The campground was a lot prettier than we expected - lots of greenery and rock cliffs.

Good night from Dugway Campground!

[asprinterandamarathon]

BOTR - Day 39 - July 23, 2024

Breakfast then break camp.

We left mosquito central and headed to Rocheport. There’s a trailhead there with lots of parking. We found a spot in the shade (shade for about an hour) and unloaded the bikes.

Downtown Rocheport.

We were a quick pedal from a tunnel that was well known on the trail. We pedaled to that just to experience it. Then we turned around and headed down the trail along the Missouri River. In general, the trail flows under a canopy of trees. Where we were riding, 50-100 foot bluffs pressed against the trail. Obviously runoff flows could be seen in the woods between the bluffs.

NO. Don’t stop there. Read the sign.

Pedaling past the trailhead.

On our other side was the river. It had a steady flow of brown water and was at least 100 yards from bank to bank. Army Corps of Engineers jetties protruded into the river from its banks and, in placed, sat in the middle of the river, blocking its flow.

Missouri River.

The bluffs.

More bluffs.

Food cache? Living quarters?

Just us!

However, the most noticeable feature were the mosquitoes. No issue if you were moving. However, I stopped to take a picture and was swarmed with dozens. I stopped a second time a few miles later and was attacked by twice as many as before.

Recent rains and flooding brought about the infestation. Next time, we will more closely watch the weather. This was not the time to be on the Katy Trail.

Post ride, we ate lunch at the Meriweather Cafe at the trailhead. We enjoyed bug-free dining on their patio. Breakfast for me. Lunch salad for Diane. While relaxing we found the Maramec Spring Park as a potential spot for the night. The campground appeared to be relatively empty so we had a target destination.

A couple hours later and we were in our spot at the campground. It was nicely shaded and, while there were some, there were far fewer bugs than our previous campsite.

We relaxed over beers, cooked smoked salmon and eggs for dinner, showered, and then had our first full game of scrabble in the van. By the time we finished, it was time for bed. By the time we climbed into bed, the rain started. Perfect timing for a cooldown!

[bikingboly-richard]

Started on pavement, until the north of Whitefish Lakes.

Put on my bear bell and strapped on my bear spray as I hit the gravel.

Lunch at Red Meadow Lake campground. Covered up completely to avoid many mosquitoes. Picked a site in the shade to eat and kept getting wife's of kerosene - never found the source. Found a throwing ax.

As I pass vehicles I always wave, even if the trucks don't slow down and dust me in a cloud.

This afternoon a guy in a truck with his wife, who slowed down and asked if I wanted a beer. He reached into a cooler beside him and handed me one, shaking his head and saying "crazy.". I still had ice in my bladder, so I wrapped it around the can.

Parts of the North Forks of the Flathead River are like a lake due to all the beaver dams. Decided not to filter water there, but waited till Trail Creek, where I also soaked my shirt to cool off.

The road became rough as it followed the dry Yakinikak creek. Some sections were scree slopes. One section had a car size boulder to negotiate around.

Tuchuck Campground

[mbsposts]

Monday, June 12, 2023 Day 12

End Mileage    30117  4:00 PM MDT

Start Mileage   30887  7:40 AM MDT

            Miles      230        

Gas                  15.50

Gas                  20.65

Toothpaste      2.40  

Car Wash          2.00  

Camp               65.00

Total              105.55

Had breakfast at the main hotel, then I packed filled up with gas and I was on my way.  Idaho US 89 began in a narrow valley with green sage bushes along the way on the hillsides closing in on the road.  Not a gorge or canyon but a narrowing valley that was climbing in elevation until reaching a mountain pass with wide views.  Descending I was debating how far to travel today.  Passed by a pleasant lake -   Palisades Lake Reservoir.  Stopped a few times at pull offs and one time for a pose.  Continued to Rigby and kept heading north to Ashton then headed east to Cave Falls in YNP.  The 14 mile dirt road was a washboard so very slow going. The van shook the whole way. At the falls I took some pose shots and because my ankle was not feeling well I decided to not do any hiking.  The falls were impressive with the water flow and the heavy mist in the air.  Mosquitos were present in mass. Back at the forest service campground I planned to spend the afternoon, I found the campground closed.  I parked at the gate and walked to the river – a northern wilderness Canadian river feel.  I posed along the river.  So onto the dirt road.  At the beginning of the paved road was a golf resort campground.  I got a site, but no bath facilities.  So it was primitive site with electric and water service.  And then the rain came. It was hard to prepare supper under a tarp.  I showered outdoors using my new shower pump. Had a nice sleeping event.  A good day.   

[travelingtheusa]

CANADA - BRITISH COLUMBIA

The rest of the caravan went well. We got so busy, I didn't post anything for a while. We finished up in Whistler, British Columbia, then headed back into the United States on August 24th.

2023 Aug 17 (Thu) – At 7:30 a.m. we served breakfast to the group.  Johnny & Linda cooked sausage and scrambled eggs in their rig; Paul cooked pancakes on a griddle in the pavilion.  Everything was very good.

      At 10:30 a.m. we went to the ‘Ksan Historical Village next to the ‘Ksan Campground for a tour of their longhouses.  There are 7 buildings; we were shown 3.  One lodge was used for sleeping.  As many as 50 families slept in a lodge.  They had many children; our tour guide’s grandfather was from a family of 14 kids.  There was a fire in the center of the room used for warmth and cooking.

      The next building was their community lodge where they held rituals and group activities.  The last building was used to store the regalia of the chiefs.  We learned there are 5 clans and each clan belongs to a house.  They are a matriarchal society and the children follow the mother’s line.  Our tour guide is a native and of the village and knew a great deal about their history and customs.  She explained a great deal about all the artifacts arranged around the lodges as we listened to her tell us about their customs and beliefs.

       Paul and I drove into town to get fuel and stopped at Zelda’s Travel Mug Café.  Weird name.  Even weirder set up with no real kitchen.  They cooked on a stove and washed in a sink in a little area at the back of the tiny building.  Our meal was good.

      At 7 p.m. we had a travel meeting and prepared for a long move tomorrow.

2023 Aug 16 (Wed) – We packed up and drove 165 miles to Hazelton, a relatively simple drive over nice roads.  The campground is run by First Nation and adjacent to it is the ‘Ksan Historical Village.  There is one road that runs down the middle of the campsites with pull-thru sites on the right and left.  It was so easy to park everyone.

      During the drive, we stopped at a nearby street to look at some totem poles.  Some of the oldest collection of totem poles is in the Hazelton and New Hazelton area.

2023 Aug 15 (Tue) – We had a travel meeting at 7 p.m.  After that, several of us went to Fish Creek to see bears.  We did not see any, although other people said they did.  This time, there were gulls in the river.  The ranger said they look for the eggs to eat.  The poor salmon don’t have a chance – between the gulls eating their eggs and the bears eating the fish, it’s a wonder any survive.  Yet, there are thousands in the river all trying to get back to their birthplace to lay their eggs then die.  Nature can be strange sometimes.

      Stewart, British Columbia is right next to Hyder, Alaska.  You cross the border from BC to Alaska.  There is not border agent there.  Hyder is essentially a ghost town.  It boomed during gold rush days but is now virtually deserted.  A few hanger-oners live there and run a shop or two but the town is pretty empty.  The Fish Creek Observation Site and the Salmon Glacier viewpoint are in Hyder.  When you return to Stewart, BC, you have to go through the border crossing and there is a border agent there.  They check your passport, ask the customary questions, and pass you through.

2023 Aug 14 (Mon) – The clouds parted and the sun came out so we drove back up to see Salmon Glacier this morning.  A grader had worked the road last night and the first half of the road was so much better than yesterday.  When we got to the top, we found 3 trailers camped up there.  One was a small airstream.  Who would take their trailer on that road?

      The view of the glacier was phenomenal.  It looked like a river of ice flowing down between the mountains and turning to glow down to Bear River.  We saw a marmot hiding in the rocks.  Mosquitos were fierce!

      At 5 p.m. we had a potluck meal.  The pavilion had been promised to another caravan in the park so we set up tents.  Joe Padberg had a 10x12 and a 10x8 to go with our 10x20.  Things were a little wet with the rain but it all worked out.  The meal, as always, was delicious.

2023 Aug 13 (Sun) – We packed up and headed out to Bear River RV Park in Stewart.  It was a long drive – 242 miles.  It made for a long day.  We got everyone parked then headed out to see Salmon Glacier.  Unfortunately, it was foggy and overcast and we couldn’t see much once we got to the top.  The road up was pitted, rutted, washboard and just plain worn out.  It was a very rough ride on narrow, twisting dirt road.  No guardrails either so it was a bit scary.

      Half-way up the mountain, we came upon a mining operation.  It wasn’t there 8 years ago when we came here in 2015.  They had the whole side of the mountain reduced and large trucks were moving in and out of the area.  There was a heavy duty electric yard set up and a huge building nestled into the side of the mountain.

      When we came down the mountain, we stopped at Fish Creek to see if we could see any bears.  There is a large raised wooden walkway that stretches along the side of Fish Creek.  Thousands of salmon were in the creek, coming back from the sea to spawn.  Bears come into the area and feast on the salmon.  We saw no bears today.

2023 Aug 12 (Sat) – We packed up and left Watson Lake headed to Dease Lake.  It was 146 miles; not too bad. The roads are slowly improving as we move south.  We just stayed in Dease Lake for one night.

[spellucci]

Hey MOOSE!

Sunday, August 6, 2023

We started the day with a walk along the Cheticamp River whence Riverside Retreat Campground gets its name. The birds and mosquitoes keep us company as we strolled along the banks of this lazy tannin-stained waterway.

After breakfast, Jeanne drove Margaret and Tim to the trailhead for the Skyline Trail. When Tim and Jeanne were last here, we did an out-and-back. This time, Margaret and Tim decided.to do the whole six-mile loop. This is the one trail in the park that prohibits dogs so we leave Jeanne to read and Dora to guard Jeanne.

The trail is flat and easy. We stroll along at a good pace listening for birds and deciding how to identify trees. We come across an enclosure with high fences. The sign reads, "If you see a moose in thisu area, call this number." Further on there is a lookout point and signage. The moose have been eating all the saplings of the boreal forest and turning the area to a grassland/savannah. How could this happen we wondered and read on. "Eastern moose are native to Cape Breton, but became rare by 1900 due to excessive hunting and habitat destruction, and were likely wiped out by the 1930s. Parks Canada decided to re-introduce moose to Cape Breton Highlands National Park, and 18 western moose from Elk Island National Park, Alberta, were released in Cape Breton Highlands National Park during 1947 and 1948." However, due to the lack of wolves, the moose population has grown to 4 times what it should be. So much for those baby spruce, tamarac, pine, balsam and other trees. The park has begun tree reintroduction work and showed 3 ways the planting is being done. The hope is to have the trees get a head start in the enclosures and eventually the moose will be let back in. No mention of reintroducing wolves.

On we go down the path to the boardwalk. This is a wide wooden stepped path that descends the hillside toward the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Wide, spectacular views. Tourists gazing, taking selfies, looking for whales, oohing and aahing. It's simply gorgeous.

Back on the path we find fewer hikers since this is the longer leg of the loop. 20 minutes along two women stop to tell us that there are 2 moose up ahead! Fingers crossed they are still there when we arrive. We walk gingerly forward not wanting to scare them away. No fear - they are calmly munching and munching and munching near the path. A few other hikers are stopped as well - everyone hushed, taking pics, smiling, gesturing. The moose are all nose and mouth, glancing at us briefly and then returning to the task at hand - eating 40-60 pounds of browse a day! We tear ourselves away and soon hear a hermit thrush. Margaret has now ascended into the 7th heaven.

When Tim and Margaret return, Dora greets the hikers with joy and wiggles. Jeanne has had a peaceful time, interrupted only by losing her cellphone and having it be returned to the rangers who give it to her. Phew!

We head into town, Cheticamp, for restocking the larder, then on to have dinner on Cheticamp Island. Margaret again realizes you don't have to plan ahead for your picnic, since you always have all your food, AND your kitchen with you when traveling in an RV. Down a long dirt road we arrive at the lighthouse and park overlooking the ocean. Bucolic with warm breezes, lapping waves, bounding puppy and cows grazing in the distance.

All of a sudden, Dora starts barking. Apparently the small herd has taken an interest in little dogs and Dora is ready to take them all on. Running right at them, barking, and jumping she's a force to recon with. And the cows too, seem to be ready for the duel as they keep marching forward. Tim and Jeanne decide Dora is too small for a bovine battle and bring her back to the RV. But the cows aren't done yet; they keep coming in for a closer look and need to be shooed away. Peace returns and we eat dinner overlooking the gulf and admiring the cliffs and mountains in the distance.

As we drive back towards camp we see a shimmering spot on the horizon just below the cloud bank. What could be doing that? It looks like a UFO just settling on the ocean. Or is it about to take off? The horizon is glowing, glinting and glittering, shimmering and shining, glistening and gleaming. A spectacular end to a terrific day!

[my-lifes-reward]

Backpacking the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore - Day 3

This video is the third day of a five day backpacking trip of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. This is a 42 mile trail that starts at the Grand Sable Visitor's Center near Grand Marais, MI and ends at Munising Visitor's Center in Munising, MI.

This video is the third day of a five day backpacking trip of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. This is a 42 mile trail that starts at the Grand Sable Visitor’s Center near Grand Marais, MI and ends at Munising Visitor’s Center in Munising, MI. Day three was 7 miles. Again, this trail passes through some of the most scenic views in the world. Turquoise water and cliff views to inspire most…

[whatzitz]

FLORIDA CAUTION:

In regards to all the people wanting to move here from New York, Mass, and California as well as many other heavily populated cities across the country, as well as those wanting to visit...

Before you come to Florida to visit you must be aware of what is happening here.  Especially, around the okeechobee, Caloosahatchee and all of treasure coast of Florida!

- There's a housing shortage, rent has tripled, and folks are vacationing here in record numbers...

So if you plan on moving here, or just plan on vacationing on our beaches, rivers, or lakes this summer, I think you should know that wolf spiders, fire ants and bedbugs have infested hotels and motels across the area due to dryer than usual weather. The woods will eat you alive with ticks, giant mosquitos, and chiggers.

Our lakes are full of gators, fresh water sharks, and creepy old guys wearing speedos.

Our rivers are full of drunks in tubes peeing themselves while the banjo players lay waiting in the bushes.

Florida panthers have eaten many domesticated animals and possibly some small children.

The local bear and coyote population are all 'in heat' and think your wife/girlfriend is hot.

Snakes... don’t even get me started on the water headed copper moccasins here, and the Diamond Back Rattler Cobras. Or the red touches yellow dangerous fellow.

The poison ivy has overtaken all other vegetation. We have had brown bear sightings at every park and town - they are after your picnic baskets….and some cougars have been spotted in motel rooms and bars.

Watch out for the jackalopes, and snipe, they have been extremely aggressive this season.

We have the Skunk Ape invading our parks and it’s their mating season. Porcupines are "stabbing" small children should they dare to utilize the local playground equipment.

Skunks have made their way over and multiplied at unprecedented rates and wander the local campgrounds in packs looking for beer.

Murder hornets!?! We’ve got great black clouds of murder hornets, and swarms of giant crickets and even some Alabama grasshoppers.

Scorpions have been congregating in massive quantities under rocks, logs, wooden steps, automobiles, and tarantulas are now stealing peoples food and biting like crazy.

I’m pretty sure all private tiger owners (we had a jump in them after Tiger King) have released their cats into the streets of our cities and towns.

Head lice now fly and we have vampire bats.

Oh, and no one is vaccinated.

I hear Idaho and Louisiana are really nice though.

[campersholiday]

RV Camping in Florida: Things You Need to Know

Summer is on the horizon, and after a trying time battling the COVID-19 pandemic, it’s a great time to unwind.

What’s the best way to spend your summer? Camping of course!

Don’t you just want to disconnect from technology and be one with nature? You should definitely recharge your batteries and visit your nearest campsite for some bonding time with family and friends.

One of the best adventures out there is RV camping in Florida.

Why should you go RV camping in Florida?

You know that Florida has among the best beaches in the world. That alone is a great draw to RV camping in the Sunshine State.

But the beach is not the only attractive area to camp in Florida. There are also a number of RV parks that provide a wonderful experience in the state.

RVing is just a wonderful way to bond with people.

First off, a lot of campgrounds really allow you to detach from technology. A lot of the campsites in the woods don’t have cell service and WiFi.

In case it’s not clear  — that’s a good thing!

If you plan to go RVing or camping, you should really go camping! That means doing camping activities — roasting marshmallows and hotdogs in an open fire, sharing horror stories, and singing songs.

No one would be checking their phone messages every now and then.

Admittedly, there are also a lot of RV parks and campgrounds that offer WiFi and cell services because a lot of people can’t live without the internet!

Shelter

When people hear camping, the first thing that comes to mind are the tents.

Tents are the cheapest shelter for camping. However, it’s not always practical. What if it rains?

The RV would be a great choice. You could stay indoors in case it rains. If not, you can just take your sleeping bags and sleep under the stars.

It’s also very convenient because it’s large, so you could bring so many things with you.

With an RV, your camping trip also becomes a road trip. Even if you live far from Florida, you can still visit any of the state’s campgrounds.

It’s fun that way, too. You get to see so many places along the way.

Here are the things you need to know about RV camping in Florida:

1. Research RV campgrounds

Before you head to Florida, you need to research RV campgrounds. And don’t just stop when you find the first campground during your Google search. You need to know if they have the amenities you need.

What would you need?

●     Toilet (very important)

●     Shower

●     Fire ring / grill

●     Water

Those are just the basic things you need. At Camper’s Holiday, you get more than just the basics.

For one, the restrooms are heated. So, you don’t need to worry when it gets chilly at night.

Plus, you will never be out of the loop because the campsite has recently upgraded WiFi. It has free cable, too, just so you won’t miss any of your favorite TV shows.

You can camp here for days if you want to since it also has a coin-operated laundry for your convenience.

Speaking of convenience, you will never be out of essentials since there is a convenience store near the entrance of the campgrounds.

2. Know the rules

Now that you’ve checked the amenities, it’s time to look at the rules. This is an important step because you don’t want to be surprised when you get to the place.

Look, some RV campgrounds don’t allow children. This could be because the camp management doesn’t want to be responsible for children getting lost in the area.

Also, some campgrounds don’t allow pets.

What about alcohol? There are actually many campsites that don’t allow alcohol because they don’t want campers to get rowdy.

It’s also very common that inebriated campers would be loud. That would be quite annoying when people are already enjoying the peace and quiet nature.

One of the things to look forward to during camping is the sound of nature--the swaying of the leaves, the burble of the river or sea (if you are near one), and the chirping of the crickets, among others.

At Camper’s Holiday, you will hear the soothing sound of Sparkman Lake, which is on the edge of the property.

In most cases, management of camping areas encourages lights out by a curfew. This doesn’t mean that you will be forced to sleep even if you don’t want to. This just means that you respect the other campers’ wish for silence at night. Make sure to check with your park manager for their curfew to maintain a peaceful nightly atmosphere.

Lastly, you need to clean after yourself. This may not be a binding rule, but it’s a matter of etiquette.

3. Don’t feed wildlife

This is also another reason why you need to clean up. Wild animals might rummage through your stuff when they smell food.

You can’t feed wild animals.

You might feel sorry for them and think you are doing them a service by feeding them. Stop that! The result could actually be grim.

Here’s a picture: Wild animals can become aggressive. If the animal hurts you or the other campers, the game warden or parks and wildlife department might be forced to kill the animal. Also, some animals have become domesticated due to human feedings, and now lack the ability to fend for themselves. Parks and Wildlife departments want to keep that survival instinct in all animals large and small.

4. Build a small fire

Campfires are almost the crux of camping. It’s not just for your marshmallows and hotdogs. Fires also repel insects.

It’s always good if the campsite has a fire ring because it would be easier to contain the fire.

You don’t really need a huge fire, so keep it small. The larger it is, the harder it is to contain. When it becomes too big, it might even catch leaves and other things around on fire.

Camper’s Holiday features a pavilion and fire pit where campers can gather and enjoy games. 

5. Bring first aid kit and medicines

You don’t know what’s going to happen in the wilderness. It’s just best to be prepared with a first aid kit.

As for the medicines, bring the most common ones: paracetamol for any kind of pain and anti-diarrhea medication.

A mosquito-repellent lotion or any other insect-repellent spray would be a good addition to the kit as well.

6. Enjoy!

Camping should be fun and relaxing.

This is why it is crucial that you find a venue that would take the stress of life off your shoulders.

At Camper’s Holiday, all you have to do is enjoy. It is a place where you can enjoy the beauty of nature without having to detach yourself from technology.

You can park your RV at any of the paved and shaded sites within the gated campsite. You can enjoy the scent of fresh air while also enjoying the modern marvel of high-speed internet.

Unleash your adventurous side at Camper’s Holiday and come see why folks call it the greatest camping on earth! We invite you to stop by, or you can leave us a message here or call us at 352-796-3707.

[dougrobyngoold]

Chillin' by the Green River - Browns Park, CO

We have spent the last 4 nights here at Crook Campground in Browns Park along the Green River. When we arrived at the campground we found out that the mosquitoes here are awful - I think I used up a full bottle of bug spray just to survive! In addition, it was extremely warm and a bit humid. It would have been lovely if we could have sat outside to cool off a bit, but mosquitoes!!!

We did manage to take a couple of hikes - we walked along Wildlife Road, ended up walking 11+ miles on that one. Great views of the river and we encountered a few deer flies (as if the mosquitoes weren't enough to deal with) along the way, but it was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon.

We also took a 6 mile hike in Crouse Canyon on the other side of Swinging Bridge. We ran across a deer and a family of sage grouse - no pictures, they were all too quick to scatter up the hillside.

Swinging Bridge.

We saw these crickets EVERYWHERE - a bit disgusting on the highway from Dinosaur to Maybell, where they were smeared by the thousands on the roadway - ugh! There were just a few of them on our hike today, thank goodness!

Pretty day along the Green River.

Cheers from Browns Park, we head out tomorrow for Rawlins, WY - the golf tour continues!

[wpmcq]

Fielding to Eketahuna

Saturday, February 22nd, 2020

I had a major mosquito issue at 3 in the morning. I left the window open to let in some cool air and there are no screens in New Zealand. I woke to rain showers and this pushed all the mosquitoes inside. I spent the next hour hunting and killing them with my cellphone flashlight. I killed 12 in all.

I woke at 6:30am and started getting ready for my ride. I had a good breakfast of yogurt and fruit followed by a bowl of cereal and then some toast. I rolled out at 9am in a light drizzle.

I stopped at a small cafe for a latte after which I headed toward Bunnythorpe and into the big city of Palmerston North. The city was easy to get through because of the great bike trails along the river.

The road between Palmerston North and Pahiatua had little shoulder and a lot of cars and was the biggest climb of the day.

I stopped at a bakery in Pahiatua and had a chicken salad sandwich with lots of veggies and a custard tart. After I was done I rode toward Eketahuna. There were no cars and the road was excellent.

After arriving in Eketahuna I found the campground and set up my tent and site. I took a nice warm shower and then rode back into town for dinner. I had a chicken burger with an egg and pineapple slice with fries and 2 beers.

After dinner, I stopped by a 4 square and picked up an orange and giant chocolate bar. As I write this at 9:20pm there is a large group of women drumming very loudly and chanting at the campsite. I guess I'm wearing earplugs tonight.

[rjzimmerman]

Aerial view of the southern edge of the Brooks Range mountains. Credit: Christopher Miller for The New York Times

Excerpt from this article from the New York Times:

Up in the right-hand corner of Alaska, like something freezer-burned and half-remembered in the back of the national icebox, lies a place called the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. The refuge is the largest wildlife sanctuary in the United States. It is the size of South Carolina. It is also home to the country’s second-largest wilderness area. It has no roads, no marked trails, no developed campgrounds. The Coastal Plain, the narrow strip where the refuge meets the sea, is home to more diversity of life than almost anywhere else in the Arctic. It is the kind of place where you can pull back the tent flap with a mug of coffee in hand, as I did one morning in June, and watch a thousand caribou trot past.

The animals came slowly at first, by twos and by threes, and tentatively, lifting their black noses to catch the strange scent of 10 unbathed campers. Then they tacked across the river. Near the front was a bull with a rack big enough to place-kick a football through its uprights. Mostly they were females in dun coats, serious mothers leading coltish calves that slid and played on the snowfields that still collared the tundra’s low places. Ungainly in looks, but a natural for work — each hoof a snowshoe, with hollow fur for warmth and to buoy them across gelid Arctic rivers. The calves had been born three or four days ago. Already they could walk farther in a day than a human.

The few caribou became dozens. They materialized by the hundred out of the heat-shimmer that rose off the tundra, like those lawmen bringing hot justice in old Sergio Leone films. Confident in their numbers, they surged past the encampment, urged by some twitch in the marrow to keep pushing toward the coast where ocean breezes would scatter the mosquitoes and bot flies that soon would torment them. We watched for a long time, not wanting to move and disturb anything.

“This,” someone whispered, “is sacred.”

In late 2017, a Congress controlled by Republicans badly wanted to pass the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act. To help win the crucial vote of Lisa Murkowski, the senior Republican senator from Alaska, the Senate added a sweetener, a provision that opened to oil drilling the refuge’s Coastal Plain, a roughly Delaware-size piece of ground where the Brooks Range reclines and the tundra tilts toward the Arctic Ocean like the baize of an old pool table.

Barren-ground caribou from the Porcupine herd graze on cottongrass in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Credit: Christopher Miller for The New York Times