Silver Creek





the Silver Creek series

    Left Henry's Lake in the cold rain after communal breakfasting with the group all in the communal trailer. The grandfather's homemade iron gas camp stove provided the heat for the griddle and the pancakes. There was chokeberry syrup and ginger butter and of course bacon. D was beside himself with attention and the smells. The mimosas added to the frivolity.
    We left around 10 with directions to a free dump station at an almost town called Last Chance. After much to-ing and fro-ing we were able to dump and so headed southwest for an obscure BLM camp on Silver Creek. On hitting a fishers' trail beside the pretty watercourse D began to have a very good time. Thawed some salmon soup for din, washed down with gin and tonic. We had one neighbor who shunned the more peopled camps and who this suited to a T as it did we.

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