But... it's time to strike back for where I come from, and where my heart will always remain... the High Rockies and the western rivers.
If we can find one more camp here'abouts for tonight... we'll start that roll tomorrow. Likely cut up into Washington to make our turn East... Just south of Mt. Rainier, and strike for Lolo Pass to cross into Montana.
We'll be moving with a lame tow vehicle. The intermittent gremlin in the electronics remains hidden. Only the occasional engine cough to let me know it's still there.
Lame or not, the high passes and the Rockies are calling me home... so I must go.
Here at our camp at Fort Stevens... there's old spirits calling to others I'm sure...
|*Artillery Emplacement at Fort Stevens, Oregon*|
|*Coastal Gun Turret at Fort Stevens, Oregon*|
|*an Old Army Workhorse*|
We'll move steady for a few days, for the first time this season, across Washington and Idaho, and hold up in western Montana for a few weeks. Refilling whatever that part is that feeds on the High Lonesome and has gotten hungry on the coastal beaches.
Heading for Home