Last night I camped at the foot of the Madison Range of the Rockies. Had to drive on a 3 mile long dirt road, but was rewarded with a herd of antelope with many calves. I couldn't figure out who were the moms as several kids hung with one doe. My campsite was beside a bubbling brook that flowed into the Madison River, just 300 feet away. Just as I was ready to bounce into bed, however, I discovered my sheets were wet from a pair of soaked sneakers I'd found at the previous campsite. Duh! I didn't think about putting my tarp under them. Lesson learned. So, I was thrown back to the last time I'd wet the bed, age 5, when I placed a towel over the spot. Not a good sleep, and it became very cold in the night. But the view was so wonderful with the mountains out my window, a 1/2 moon on the rise, the big dipper over my head, and glorious red sunsets and sunrise. Ah, the American West. I'm now in a cafe in cattle country with cowboys all around me. They even wear cowboy hats, cb boots and spurs, Yahoo!
