Monday, August 01, 2005

7AM - Headed for Rexford and Eureka.
From the map, it looks as though we might be spending a few days out in the wilds. We decided to go shopping to top off on groceries, propane and gasoline. First we stopped in Rexford Bench, a tiny community made up mostly of RVers. Rexford Bench had no supplies, so we went to Eureka, which is a good sized town with many stores. The area between Rexford Bench and Eureka seems to be a place where a lot of RVers come to spend the summer.

12 Noon - Camped in the high Kootenai Mountains.
Wow! What a trip we took to get here. Mr. DeLorme made one of his infamous suggestions, and we wound up at a dead end on what was supposed to be a road to the Yaak River. After back tracking, we went up this road with a huge grade. Of course, MsTioga went up this mountain using her amazing unyielding power. Our Camp is at the end of a forest service road at the 5,827 foot elevation. Tons of flowers grow all around us. Yellow, red and white flowers.


MsTioga is sure that we will see grizzly bears at this Camp!

Closed forest roads make fantastic trails.
There are many places where you may find forest roads that are now closed. Often these roads are gated, and sometimes they are permanently closed by the construction of a large berm, gully or other obstacle. Our present Camp has both of these, a gated road and a berm blocked road.

What a treat to be able to hike along a closed road into the forest deep into the woods. Often if you tried to walk directly into the forest, the growth is so thick that this kind of hiking becomes no fun at all. A closed road has a path, a direction. It is almost impossible to get lost hiking along a closed road. But it is sooooo exciting. Sometimes while walking, you may hear some other animal besides yourself in the forest. Then, all of your senses will revert to primeval. You won't be on a hike then, you will be the prey, your hearing more acute than ever before. If this happens to you, if you become the prey, you will never, ever forget that feeling.

My first great boondock site was on the Illinois River in June, 2003.
Every year on my journey south, I stay at the Illinois River. Last year, I planted some cactus plants near this Camp. The cactus were a gift from my Aunt Shirley, and they grow in a pot on the dining table inside MsTioga. These tiny cactus plants reproduce themselves, and usually one plant becomes three little cactus. This year I am excited to return to find out what happened to my cactus planted in the forest.
The Illinois River!


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