Mile: 1,978
Pulling out of Brooks Lake I had to stop and snap a few pictures as the sun was setting. God sure knows how to paint.
It was late, maybe 10:30pm and I once again had not found my home for the evening yet. I blame Wind River Lake. It’s water was just too clear, too calm, and there were too many fish surfacing. So naturally I had to stop and catch a few. Being dark before I even pulled over and put Pearl in park it was pitch black by the time I put the rod back up. So there I am once again beboppin down the highway at 10:30 towards Jackson, WY unsure of where I would put Pearl for the evening. Looking at the map I found some National Forest land and figured that would do just fine. The moment you dip off pavement and your tires find gravel you know an adventure is on it’s way. Keeping the tires out of the ruts and low spots in the road I bounced down this old forest road. Soon the lights from the cars on the highway were no more than a firefly in the distance. The stillness of the evening was encapsulating, almost intoxicating. There comes a stillness in a star lit night that makes one just stand and look up. This evening was just that. Pulling off the gravel road and into a field I made sure my tires were mostly level before I turned the car off. A level parking job is crucial to a good nights sleep. I had found a patch of grass that would work for me for the evening and turned off the engine. It didn’t take long for me to fall sleep that night.When I woke, I found that I had parked in a beautiful field surrounded by clumps of woods. Drinking my morning coffee I stayed pretty close to the van since I was getting a quick start on the day heading into Jackson. Hindsight, I’m glad I did! I turned back off the gravel road and it wasn’t half a mile from where I camped that I looked out and saw a grizzly bear taking his morning stroll.
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