Morning rains and severe winds awakened me at my normal 5:30 arousal, although it was our day off. But by the time I had finished grilling the french toast I looked out once again at that wonderful horizon, rupturing into marvelous irregularity, with undulations and touches of jaggedness, all of it now cast in a vague blueness that meant not more sky-but a day to go 4- wheeling. Well, actually we’re in search of an entry port, easily accessible to the Little Missouri. Last week we ordered a Sea Eagle kayak. Its’ expected arrival is Friday and we’re preparing for our initial five mile journey, back to the campground from upstream of the golf course. First things first though. Made the walk to town to retrieve the day’s mail and purchase some Watkins clear vanilla, (I’m into cake baking presently), searching for the correct chemical mix of flour, sugar, eggs, and cocoa to create my own signature masterpiece. If this happens I’ll outsource it to Erin, whose fledgling cake decorating business is taking off handsomely, known as A Peace of Cake. While in town we ran across Cowboy Lyle
and his entourage again, stopping to chat and discussing the latest lens-takes of our resident bull elk. Lyle is Medora’s lensman in residence and we often trade ideas on aperatures, ambient light, and shutter speeds. Back to the rig for now it was time to hop in the Jeep and search for the perfect put-in for our upcoming maiden voyage.We found a great spot and broke in the four wheel drive on the toad and it performed admirably, up and
over mounds of mud, grinding over rock and sage, and giving us an exhilarating feeling again. One of arrested adolescence or even more significance, something I call forming a design. When I catch a glimpse of things arranging themselves, I usually call them coincidences. And I’ll dwell on that tomorrow as it’s a bit of a rant that you won’t want to miss….so I’ll leave you till then.