Roosevelt Goes to Monture Creek

This week we took Roosevelt to Monture Creek, off Highway 200 near Ovando. Another tiny campground, with just five sites, although this week we didn't have the place to ourselves. We lazed around and read, hiked, fished, picked huckleberries, and made friends with the horses some other campers had in the nearby corrals. On one hike, we saw the most giant pile of bear poop I've ever seen. I didn't stick around to take a picture.  Just loosened my bear spray from my belt and picked up the pace.

So far, I'm still in love with Roosevelt.

Roosevelt tucked back in the woods.

One day we hiked to Yellowjacket Falls.
It was hot and there was very little shade.

We both doused ourselves before heading back.

Caught lots more little trout in the stream.

Did not catch one of these.

My view while Marc lazed around the campsite.

I caught one nice-sized fish.
It was big and slippery and I failed 
three times at a selfie with it before letting it go.

These guys loved head scratches.

Marc loved them back.

Holy grail.

Let's Get Presidential: Meet Roosevelt the Rogue

Farley may be long gone, but we recently replaced him with Roosevelt (pronounced Rews-e-velt) the Rogue and a new-to-us Ford F-150.  Roosevelt is the new star of the Farley, Down by the River blog.  A tour of him is in the offing.

This week was Roosevelt's maiden voyage.  Our friend Dave Carlson told us about a great, deserted campsite outside of Melrose and it completely measured up.  Four sites, never anyone there but us for four days, and great lake hikes directly from the campground.  

Not how I like to start a camping trip.

Home-away-from-home for four days.

Creek adjacent to the campground. 
No moose to be found.

The first day, we intended to hike to Crescent Lake.
This thunderstorm had other plans for us
and we only made it three or four miles.

A little enouragement.

Grayling Lake,
about five miles from camp.

Paparazzi was out at Lion Lake,
another half mile or so past Grayling.

The fat effer barely moved off the trail

as we came by.

Kilns used to turn wood into charcoal
for the mining operation down the road.

Inside the kiln.

Accidental sky.

I caught my first stream fish.  Yeah, it might look like a sardine,
but I've never caught anything that wasn't in a lake,
so I was super-excited.

Campsite mascot.