I woke up with very cold toes this morning, but slept comfortably through the night. There was a dusting of snow across everything. I had hot water to wash dishes in, but rinsing dishes and washing hands in cold water would make an excellent torture method, especially with that wind! The forecast had been low in the 20’s. We set Jeremiah’s alarm clock that had a thermometer on it on top of the car before we left camp a couple days ago, so I can’t even brag with specific numbers.
|The water bucket was frozen shut.|
|And I roasted a couple marshmallows last night. :) Shared with Emily.|
|That poor fellow must be hard up!|
We had oatmeal with dried apricots for breakfast. After cleaning up most of the dishes, we walked down to a pine grove next to the West Boulder River that Mom had found. It is questionable as to whether it was still on National Park land or not. Jeremiah brought his stove pipe and gathered fuel. There was an old downed spruce tree across the river in a knee deep swift spot. Mom dared me to cross it. She should have known better! ;)
|Out to gather stove fuel|
|In her favorite spot|
|And Swingley Road|
|Coming into Livingston|
So that’s what we did. We camped at Skidway in the Helena National Forest off Highway 12. Again, no trash or water, not even a creek, but open vault toilets. We’d been snacking most of the day and got in late so we opted to skip dinner and got in bed around 9:30pm. It was a balmy 40 degree night.