Saturday August 15,
2015 Day 18 Sacajawea N.F.C.G. 3rd day
Another long relaxed morning. Had rained all night and everything was cold
and wet. I had sawed up some wood that
was stacked by the fire ring into usable lengths with the bow saw I carry with
me as part of my firewood maintenance arsenal.
I also carry bellows for blowing on the fire, a really good butane fire
lighter, a hatchet for spitting, and a splitting maul for the big stuff. Haven’t had to use it on this trip. I spent about a half hour sawing last night
only to have it rained on. I made a fire
out of the store bought stuff I had in the truck to get it going, then added
the stuff gathered locally. I made these
great fire starters out of sawdust, cardboard egg cartons we get from Grasfield’s
Farm, and paraffin. Sawdust is easy for
me to come by. Woodworking is my hobby
and I have 55 gallon trash bags of it.
All oak. Put the sawdust in the
egg cartons, melt the paraffin over it, and cut into squares. They work great!
Made an onion, green pepper, and ham scramble for breakfast.
After breakfast we took a ride up to Middle Pine Lake. It is the source of the creek running by the
campground. There were only five sites
there and they were all taken. It is not
recommended to haul trailers up that road, but four of the five sites had
camping trailers. It was a beautiful
lake as you can see.
Middle Piney Lake, 3 miles from Sacagawea campground.
Got back and had sandwiches for lunch after which I went
fishing where I did yesterday. It was a
bright sunny day by then. Fished for two
hours and caught to small fish on a dry fly.
Later on caught a cutthroat on a bead head hare’s ear nymph (yes, that’s
the real name of the fly) drifted through a deep pool. That was it.
Still had a good time. I was out
in a beautiful place for the afternoon and had some success.
While I was fishing, heard some weird cattle noises. Sort of like mooing, but also other noises,
almost like Canada geese. Then I saw
where it was coming from. There were two
bulls not far from the shore where I was standing in the river. I didn’t know if I needed to worry, because I
don’t know much about bulls, except the ones chasing people in Spain. One of them was interested in me and kept
staring at me. I ignored him and hoped
he would go away. They finally wandered
off, but he kept making his weird noises.
Got back to camp at 16:30.
Made dinner by cooking some potatoes cut as wedges the long way, mixed
with butter and onion, wrapped in foil on the grill. The other course was salmon with a yogurt
dill sauce. Also made on the grill. The salmon, not the dill sauce.
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