Deer Creek

The second day out on the road made us feels gutsy for driving, I suppose. When we looked out at the wide expanse of Montana we decided that we would stop in Missoula, Billings and Butte to poke around neighborhoods a bit and to treasure hunt some, but uninspired, decided to forge ahead, get some road behind us.

We changed our third night camping reservation to be for the second night and cancelled the second night's reservations.

We drove for what seemed like a million miles, two days worth of driving.
We drove from Coeur d'Alene all the way across Montana to Wyoming.

Driving into Buffalo Wyoming at 1am was less than ideal, but when we couldn't locate the campground, it became far-less-than-ideal.
While meandering about in frustration with maps and GPS systems and deer in the road, we passed by some yahoos having an out of control fire.

It looked too big for the summer's Forest fire season so I took a good look as we passed.
It turns out they had a picnic table on fire as their bonfire, surrounded by a half dozen RV's.

Yes, even in my stupor I called emergency services.

Maybe it's just a regular Monday night in Buffalo, Wy.

When we awoke from our rustic cabin, I was excited that the campsite had showers.
It was very 50's with hard linoleum with starburst patterns, but clean and welcome.

As I was gathering the things I had brought, I was, in the softness of morning, reminded that in my "let's pack super light", that I had chosen to bring a tiny super absorbent camp towel.
Ok, that's a lie. It was a sham wow. But really it's the same thing as the camp towels we have from REI, except for the color.

I looked at this ridiculous scrap of cloth, shrugged and walked up the hill to the shower.