You Would Have Lost The Bet Mike

Mike McFall was sure we would be pulling into our driveway sometime late today but nope, we are boondocked on the shore of Lake DeSmet just outside Buffalo, WY, 264 miles from home.  We drove 592 miles today—Aransas Pass, TX sure is a LONG way from Montana!  We saw lots of this today--

Last evening right at dusk the campground was invaded by a group of geology students from Arkansas—probably 40+ young people putting up tents everywhere on the green grass—they all headed off in their vans after setting up the tents, probably to find dinner and they must have been quiet when they returned—we never heard them.

The Palms, our RV park in Aransas Pass was noisy, incredibly noisy for two people used to living in total silence—we hear birds, the creek running, our neighbors’ haying equipment certain times of the year, the radio and our voices—other than those sounds, we listen to quiet.  Noise is disconcerting to both of us and The Palms was noisy—the park has two gates and for some reason the owner decided to lock one of those gates at night and funnel all the park traffic out the road which went right by the front of our motorhome.  The traffic started at 4am, slowed down during the day and picked up again in the evening.  I am not exaggerating to say the traffic was non-stop from about 5pm until way after 10pm.  When Michael was working those odd shifts such as noon to midnight, it was amazing how much traffic was coming in and out of the park at midnight. 

Tonight we are camped on the shore of a Wyoming lake—I can hear the water lapping against the shore and the birds singing—nothing else.  Heavenly!!

A rest stop—the motorhome parked next to ours has Louisiana plates and we asked the couple where they were headed.  In the course of our conversation we discovered they are friends with the pastor of the Baptist church in Big Timber—they are headed to Kalispel, MT where their son pastors a Baptist church and will be running a camp retreat for him.  Small world.

A meadowlark singing his heart out.

The view from our spot for the night.