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.
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Not how I like to start a camping trip.
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| Home-away-from-home for four days. |
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Creek adjacent to the campground.
No moose to be found.
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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.
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| A little enouragement. |
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Grayling Lake,
about five miles from camp. |
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Paparazzi was out at Lion Lake,
another half mile or so past Grayling.
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The fat effer barely moved off the trail as we came by. |
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Kilns used to turn wood into charcoal
for the mining operation down the road. |
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| Inside the kiln. |
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| Accidental sky. |
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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. |
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Campsite mascot.
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