There’s nothing better than a limp wind sock

This will be fairly brief today. We’re settled for the night in a cool little place, a campground connected to a general store and a sweet shop in the shadow of the mountains. Cell service is iffy at best, data is worse than that and campground WiFi won’t carry the mail, either.

So I’m trying to post this from my phone.

We rolled out of the Little Bighorn valley ten minutes before plan and made tracks west under clear skies and with manageable traffic. As the day wore on, however, the terrain got steeper — long grades, both up and down, with sweeping curves and scenery that would’ve been stunning but for being shrouded in wildfire smoke.

I kept my eyes on the road and Ernie’s transmission in its lowest gears.

On some of the flatter, wide-open stretches, and we saw a few, signs proclaiming “Gusty Winds Area” were posted, each with its own orange wind sock. All of the socks were slack when we passed.

That made my day.

Our destination was at the bottom of a particularly steep, challenging Interstate descent. We pulled in, met the resident camp host, did a mild set-up routine and took one of those deep breaths.

Then we walked up to the sweet shop, where I ordered a huckleberry milkshake made with whole milk, Wilcoxson’s Huckleberry Ice Cream and real huckleberries.

We’re off again tomorrow. But tonight we’ll enjoy this stopover — for a one-and-done, it’s just right.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath