OK, it's only halfway through this day, and so the afternoon activities (which hopefully will include a cool bike ride down into Josie Morris Cabin by way of the Chicken Coop and the Tack Shed along Petroglyph Lane), will have to come documented at the next update. But this morning's events just couldn't wait another day.
As we turned in last night, the wind started gusting enough to make our only tent-trailered neighbors abandon ship for the dino-motel rather than be blown away in the wee hours. We were pretty confident the camper would stay on our pickup, but there were a few blasts that made us doubt.
This morning the whole area, right down to the river's edge, was covered in unblemished white...about two inches of it everywhere. And the wind was still blowing. A lot.
Split Mountain, Green River
But doggunit, BP had got his fishing license and he was going to bring in some trout for breakfast. He headed out in about four layers of clothes, gloves and a balaklava. His telescoping pole was hooked with a lure and he had sunglasses on to ward against snow blindness. The Green River looked even more green with all the white everywhere. He saw a herd of moose (actually just range cattle but I haven't told him yet), got sprayed with snow and nearly got blew clear over through some of those gusts. He tried for a while out there, but for some reason the fish just weren't biting.
Brant Casting for Frozen Trout
Maybe when the wind dies down. Or the snow melts. We'll see. (I've got chicken in the freezer just in case.)
