Sunday, December 31, 2017

The Festive 500–I’m So Glad It’s Done!

This was the fourth time I’ve done the Rapha Festive 500 (I didn’t do it last year because I was heading to do the Baja Divide, and would have missed two days). It was, by far, the hardest one.  The Festive 500 is a Strava Challenge sponsored by Rapha. The goal is to ride 500 km in the 8 days from Christmas Eve to New Year’s Eve. That works out to just under 40 miles per day. It is a worldwide event with over 80,000 participants. This year, as usual, I rode a lot of the miles with my friend, Jean, and a few of the rides with her partner, Ron. However, this year, Cindy, also a glutton for punishment, joined the Festive 500, and I rode many miles with her too. If not for these three friends, I may have given up. I know, that’s not really like me, and in past years, I’ve not found the Festive to be all that difficult. This year was different. Christmas Eve, Day 1 of the Festive, was very good. The four of us rode together doing the loop known as Johnson Creek. While it was bone chilling cold at the most southern part of the loop, Ron kept a good steady pace for us gals to follow. By the time I got home, I had chipped off 85.3km (53 miles) of the required 500km. I was ahead of schedule. Then, it snowed. While it was lovely having a white Christmas, it did not help with the Festive quest. Day 2 was a challenge. I decided I would check out the Chehalis Western Trail, and if it was too scary, I would just do laps in the neighborhood next to where I live. I was riding my new gravel bike, “Sly Stone” (some might wonder why I didn’t ride Mama Cass, my plus bike...good question!). This is what scene greeted me at the trailhead.
Snow covered CWT
I decided to give it a go. It was quite slippery where people had walked. I had decided I would go as far as the bridge, then turn around if it wasn’t any better. As I was crawling my way along, I looked ahead to see a couple of crazies like me coming toward me. Oh...it was Ron and Jean. They said they were just going to go slow on the trail. It was better than being on the road with the cars. I turned around, and went with them.  We ever so slowly made our way along the trail. As I was passing some walkers, I commented that this was not one of my finer moments, intelligence-wise. Ron, being far braver than Jean or I, would speed (relatively speaking) on ahead, then double back (afterall, it was about getting more miles). He said it was better if you went faster. While I thought that theory was probably sound, I didn’t wish to put it to the test. He also said it was fun to turn your handlebar quickly. Ummm...no part of that seemed like fun.  Once we reached a point of the trail where no one had walked, it really was kind of fun.
Virgin snow!
Ron and Jean making tracks
We made it as far as the Monarch Sculpture Garden, then decided to turn around. We stopped to take a couple of photos.
The bikes with the bike sculpture
Selfie shot
Coming back, I thought it was interesting that we hadn’t seen any other cyclists. I’m sure you are thinking that was because we were batshit crazy, but, trust me, I know there are others just as crazy...I’ve ridden with them!  At the trailhead where I came on, I said goodbye to Ron and Jean. I was at 19 miles. I really needed more than that, so I did some laps in Horizon Pointe until I couldn’t stand riding in circles any longer, and went home. I ended up with 26 miles. Now I was behind schedule. On Day 3, the weather was supposed to have warmed up. It did...at least above freezing, and the trail was mostly clear, except for some patches, and all the bridges. I cursed myself for going on the trail, because I had to walk over all the bridges, and where there wasn’t a dirt path alongside the trail, I scootered through the other icy patches. It was very slow, but I made it to the end at Woodard Bay (apparently, I had just missed Jean). I came back through town, and went around Capital Lake. I kept adding little bits trying to get more miles, but then I was running out of daylight, and hadn’t brought my headlight. Not to say I wanted to ride on in the dark, but I should have been better prepared. I ended up with 30.8 miles—still behind schedule. My plan for Day 4 was to meet Jean at her work, then ride together. Since I could leave as early as I wanted, but she couldn’t go until 1:30, I opted to get in some miles before meeting her. I avoided the trail entirely, and was 15 miles in went I got to Jean. We took the trail north. It was much better. We did some loopy stuff on the roads in the north (avoiding hills where possible). I finished with 41.3 miles, which put me on target, but just barely. When I got home, I was really tired. I mean, really tired. I went to bed at 7:45.  The next morning, I did not feel great. My stomach was not happy, and things were passing through my system far too quickly, if you know what I mean. Even though I had slept a ton, I still felt tired. The temperature had warmed considerably (well, at least it was in the 40s) for Day 5, but along with warmer temps came the rain. Cindy and I met, and we rode toward Jean. Unfortunately, Jean was unable to get away, so Cindy and I turned back south on the trail. Cindy had to get in more miles as she had been only able to get in 20 miles the previous day. I was clearly slowing her down. I told her to go on ahead. I would go as far as the sculpture garden, then turn around.  Cycling is 95% a mental game. You play all kinds of games in your head trying to make a difficult ride seem easier. I was playing math games. I was calculating how far I had to go before I could turn around, and still get enough miles to stay on target. Not being great at math to start with, and feeling totally crappy, this did not make the ride seem easier. Finally, before I reached my planned turn around point, I decided I could go no further. I figured I would just do an extra couple of laps in Horizon Pointe. Fortunately, coming back, the trail trends down. I was able to go a tiny bit faster. Coming into Horizon Pointe, I was counting down the miles, then the 10ths of miles. I did one extra partial loop, then home. Since, early in the day, I had ridden to the Post Office (11 miles roundtrip), my 30.1 mile ride was enough to keep me on target. Day 6 found me still not up to par. I had zero appetite, and about the same amount of energy. It was also still pouring down rain. With Cindy, I managed to get 42.3 miles. We stopped in Tenino to get something to drink. I sucked down a Gatorade, and a square of a Peanut Butter Snickers. I felt pretty good. Maybe I just needed more calories of a sugar nature! Well, that came back to haunt me later at home. I was up until 12:30 with a very noisy stomach, and the runs. That was very unfortunate because Day 7 was the final Gravepalooza ride of 2017. While I was even more tired, I was not going to miss the ride. I was really looking forward to getting back on the gravel, and it was even supposed to be sunny! It should have been a warning that things were not going to be great, when it took me almost an hour to go the 9 miles to the meeting place for the ride. I did not heed that warning.  The first part of the gravel ride was going over the Sub Black Hills. I managed to ride up the first bit, but that was it. Things I would have normally been able to ride, I was walking. Because the Gravelpalooza rides are no-drop, Brian made sure I didn’t get left behind, and the whole group would be waiting at key turns. It was going to be a very long day for everyone. After walking again up a hill I should have been able to ride, I told Brian to just get me out of the Sub Blacks, and I would get the rest of my miles in on the road. At Delphi Rd, I wished everyone a Happy New Year, and headed for flatter ground. I headed toward home, taking a few breaks along the way, and managed to eek out a respectable 41.1 miles. The sun helped. Having gone a couple extra miles the last few days, I only had 35 miles remaining to finish this sucker! For the final day, I rode over to Jean and Ron’s and we rode a loop we call Speedway. The weather was chilly, but not raining, or snowing, or anything else (except some very chilly wind) that we had dealt with throughout this Festive 500 (including no more noisy stomach or runs for me). Jean and Ron were incredibly awesome as they really did not need to do so many miles. In fact, Jean only had 9 to go. While I was feeling better, intestinally, I still didn’t have my energy back (3 days of burning 1600-1800 calories while eating under 1000, and not retaining fluids doesn’t help—heck of a weight loss plan though...not!). Jean was kind enough to pull me pretty much the entire way. She even gave me a good rest break by getting a flat tire! Where I left Jean to go home, I had clocked over my necessary 35 miles. The remaining 6.5 miles home were just insurance.  As I said at the beginning, this was the hardest Festive 500 I’ve ridden. I’m glad I did it, but I’m really glad it’s done! I didn’t get any photos of Cindy and I (the rainy days), but here is one of her at the end of her Festive 500 miles.
Way to go Cindy!
     

Friday, September 1, 2017

Sept 1--Day 81--Fin, Fine, Fertig!

Which is all to say...DONE! Yep, I finished! Somewhere around 4300 miles, 12 states, and two Canadian Provinces.

 

I'm glad to be done. I think the weather has been telling me it's time. It was pretty cold again this morning. In fact, I rode in my long sleeve shirt the entire day (okay, I could have taken it off toward the end).

 

My concern about the Gandy Dancer Trail did not materialize. I did the trail, but did not see another soul.

Gandy Dancer Trail

It's funny--Wisconsin charges to ride their unpaved paths, and there is no one on them. Minnesota, on the other hand, paves their paths, and charges nothing to ride them. There are tons of people riding the Minnesota paths. Hmmm...of course, that's just my limited observations.

 

I had one final second breakfast in Osceola, Wisconsin, just before crossing the St. Croix River into Minnesota. The Belgian waffles were pretty good. 

 

I was pretty lucky because the St. Croix Bridge is due to close on September 11. If I had taken more days off like I originally planned, I very well could have been coming back at, or after that time. It would have sucked to have to detour to another bridge. As it was, I rode across, and into Minnesota. Sadly, no Welcome to Minnesota sign.

St. Croix River

Minnesota over there

 

 

The worst part of today's ride was the headwind when I was heading south. But, I guess I can't really complain too much because I could have had a lot more headwinds coming west. 

 

I haven't seen any other touring cyclists for many many days now. For my last day, I met Reed and Nu (pronounced New, but I'm guessing at the spelling). They were heading to the UP in Michigan. They were riding road bikes with very little gear.

 

I finally made it to the Gateway Trail. The first part was not part I had done when I left Minneapolis. I came to the junction of the Gateway Trail and the Browns Creek Trail (to Stillwater). This is where I had turned on my way east. Of course I had to stop.

Where I had been 81 days ago

There were two guys there, Dave and Lloyd. I told them I had been there 81 days ago, and in the meantime had ridden over 4000 miles. The remaining part of my ride was the stick on my BIG lollipop ride. They were impressed. They said I had great legs for someone who is 52. I said I was 55. Dave said he was going to guess younger. They were funny guys. 

Dave and Lloyd

 

 

The last 20 miles took me past the big snowman in North St. Paul, to the end of the Gateway Trail (close anyway), through construction on Wheelock Pkwy (that wasn't there when I left), past Como Park and Zoo, through the craziness of the Minnesota State Fair, and back to My Sweet Baboo and Little Miss. Grayson was sleeping when I arrived (the only way Mallory had gotten him down for his nap was by telling him I'd be there when he woke up).  

 

When he woke up, we did the same photo we did when I left, only this time Harper is also in the picture. 

Finished

 

 

 

I'll compile some stats for a final post later, but this tour is fin, fine, fertig!

What's this telling me?

I think I'm getting the idea

Oh yeah...I'm at the END!

 

Aug 31--Day 80--Out of the Woods, and the Last Night

Yes, I definitely think I have left the Northwoods of Wisconsin behind. It was back to farm land today, including the occasional dairy farm. At least the roads continued to be rolling, giving me one of my higher average speeds of the trip at 10.7 mph.

 

Fall really seems to be in the air. While it is sunny with no clouds, it's not terribly warm. In fact, it's downright cold in the morning. It was in the low 50s this morning--brrrr!

 

I finished riding along Chetac Lake.

Chetac Lake

It seems most of these lakes, even if they are pretty big, are mostly for fishing. I have not seen any waterskiing, nor jet skis either. Maybe they have a rule about speed and noise??? A guy yesterday told me this area is mostly about tourism. I could see that by the number of lodges and boat rental places I've ridden by.

 

The biggest town I went through today was Cumberland. I stopped at a cafe and had breakfast for lunch. Generally, I'm more a fan of link sausage than sausage patties, but the guy convinced me the sausage patty was much better than the link sausage. It was made by a local place called Louis' Meats. Since I didn't have both, I can't say whether the patty was indeed better than the links, but the patty was pretty tasty.

 

I went to the library to upload the last two day's posts. As you will have already discovered, the photos didn't upload on the Fur and Feathers post. I tried various things, but nothing seemed to work. The photos were there on the app I use, but didn't upload on the blog itself. It's a mystery...

 

After Cumberland, I had about 25 miles to go. It was a bunch of straight, either west or south heading roads.

Really straight road

When I was going west, I had a nice tailwind. I hammered out the miles pretty quickly. I found another error in the map narrative and map itself, but only for the direction I was going. The narrative said to turn onto 185th. The problem was that, although the other end of the road had a sign that said 185th/Bunyan Rd., the end I was coming onto only said Bunyan Rd. I figured it out after continuing down the road I was on, and coming to 180th, then 174th. I thought I could just go down 174th, but that was a dead end road. I went back to Bunyan Rd (180th only went the other way). 

 

I made it to DN Campground. I was curious as to what the DN stood for. Turns out is stands for "Do Nothing".

Sign at the campground

As usual, the place is filled with seasonal RVs. Some places are more permanent looking than others. This is another place with a bar. I think this is now the third Campground that has had a bar. I guess there's not much else for the seasonal "campers" to do than sit in the bar all day. Sounds like fun to me...not!

 

Tonight is my last night! I think I have around 65-70 miles tomorrow. There is one potential issue that has to do with a trail called the Gandy Dancer Trail. It is another Wisconsin trail that requires a trail pass. The problem is, the end I am starting at apparently doesn't have a self-pay station, and the place where I'm supposed to get the pass doesn't open until 10:00. So, what I'm going to do is try to get to it as early as possible, ride the 4 1/2 miles...and not get caught. If I do get stopped, I'll just tell them I couldn't wait until 10:00. Fingers are crossed!

 

 

I've decided 3 is the magic number today. Harper is 3 months old today. In 3 days, it will be Grayson's 3rd Birthday, and I'm on tent site #3 for my last night!

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Aug 30--Day 79--A No Photo Day

Alas, it has happened. I took no photos today. Why, you ask? Well, the day started out sunny (granted, a bit headwindy), but just when I got down to my minimal riding attire, the clouds rolled in. 

 

I stopped at the only convenience store I came to today, got a snack, and saw there was some big black cloudy nastiness coming my way. I stowed that which had been drying on the rear rack, and pulled out my rain shorts. My rain jacket was already tucked in the pocket of my pannier.

 

Not even a quarter mile down the road I had to stop and don my rain gear. I could hear thunder in the distance. I wish I had looked closer at my map because there was definitely a section of gratuitous miles. Although, who knows, with the rain, it might have been better to go the way I went instead of the County road I had been on, then returned to. I'm sure there was less traffic.

 

The rain continued with prolonged periods of downpouring. It brought to mind my ride along the Soulange Canal my last day in Quebec, only instead of a bike path, I was on the road. It finally stopped, and I was able to remove my rain shorts (they are just not very comfortable to ride in after 40 miles), only to have to put them back on a few miles later (yep, still not comfortable).

 

Although I had planned a different destination today, I had decided to stop in Edgewater at my original planned campground. That was a good choice because as I was riding along, I came to a Road Closed Ahead sign. Ah crap! I hate those! I could see that the road ahead was indeed quite torn up, so I followed the detour signs. I could kind of guess where it was going to take me by looking at my map (ACA does have some side roads as long as they are not too far off the route, or the route is in the middle of the map panel). 

 

The detour started on chip seal, but soon changed to dirt and gravel. Thankfully, I have my trusty Tilmann with his 2" tires. He handled the dirt (becoming slightly muddy) with no problems. The detour added about 2 miles.

 

I returned to the road I was supposed to be on just before Edgewater. I couldn't remember the name of the campground, but I saw a sign for North Star Resort, and that rang a bell. Yep, that was it. 

 

I paid the guy, and set up my wet tent. Usually, I inflate my sleeping pad, and put my sleeping bag in before I go shower. However, since the tent was wet, I waited. After my shower, I even went to the local bar and grill for lunch before finishing setting up camp. 

 

When I came out, the sun was shining, and everything was almost dry (the shoes are getting there)! Hallelujah!!! 

 

In looking ahead, I think I will actually push a bit to get back to Minneapolis on Friday instead of Saturday. It seems ridiculous to do two low 30 mile days, when I have been doing 60+ mile days. So, that means just two more days of riding (because really it would have been 2 1/2 after today). The route back into Minneapolis will be mostly the same as when I left, so no reason to dilly dally.

 

 

Sorry for no photos today, but there just wasn't anything to take a photo of.

Aug 29--Day 78--Fur and Feathers

It rained last night so due to that, and condensation, my tent was a soaking wet blob once it was packed up...yay...

 

It was as thick as pea soup on the road. It makes me glad I have a headlight and taillight. Although, there was hardly any traffic to speak of.

Foggy road

 

 

I continued on County Road FF. I decided FF stood for Fur and Feathers. First I saw deer bouncing across the road. Zoom in on the photo below and you might spot one.

See it?

Then I saw a bunch of turkeys--some baby gobblers too. Then I saw a small rodent, not a mouse, too small for a mole, maybe a vole (there's such a thing right?). It was running across the street. A car was coming. Instead of continuing across the street, it did a sweeping 180, and headed back the other way. I told it to hurry or it was gonna get squished. I think it lived to scurry another day.

 

The first town I came to was called Butternut (no joke). I wonder if their football team is the Squash. Actually, I'm not sure if they even had a school. It was a pretty small town. I stopped at the gas station/convenience store for a snack. A guy asked me the usual questions. He asked if I was worried about the knuckleheads. I told him, so far, I hadn't met any knuckleheads, unless he was one. He said he wasn't. Later, as I was riding along, I heard a voice say, "Hey!" I stopped and said, "What?" It was the guy. He said, "I met you at the gas station. This is where I live." I gave him the thumbs up and continued on my way.

 

It was a long straight road to and through Glidden, then I turned onto an even longer straight road to Clam Lake. I saw more deer, and more turkeys (at the same time). The deer were crossing the road going one way, and the turkeys were going the other way. It was like they had the Walk signal, and the cars had a red light.

 

In Clam Lake, I was at 50 miles. There was another campground 10 miles further, so I had some lunch, and kept going. The gal at the store said maybe I would see some elk. I hoped so, so I could continue with my Fur and Feathers theme of the day. Unfortunately, I did not see any elk, even though they are certainly prevalent, according to the highway signs. I did see 4 more deer. Also, a hawk came swooping down. Either I distracted it, and it missed its prey, or there wasn't any there. Either way, it came up empty clawed, and flew away.

Elk...maybe

 

 

I came up to Boulder Lodge and campground. I couldn't remember the name of where I was staying. I pulled out my little book. Oh, it was Boulder Lodge. According to my map it was supposed to be at the junction of Hwy 77 and County Road S. I hadn't seen the Junction yet. I'm guessing it's just out of sight. Anyway, I pulled in and gave my $20 to Michelle. This is a nice place, but I don't think there is anyone else here. I'm sure they'll be packed this weekend for Labor Day. Oh, and it's on Ghost Lake--oooooooo...could be scary!!!

 

 

Now just 4 more days!

Monday, August 28, 2017

Aug 28--Day 77--An Altogether Pretty Good Day

After the first few days of riding by dairy farm after dairy farm, I thought I just wanted to get across Wisconsin and back to Minneapolis. While it is still true that I'm looking forward to getting back to Minneapolis and My Sweet Baboo and Little Miss, I am really enjoying Wisconsin now. Even the last two days in the rain weren't that bad, and of course there was THAT BEAR I SAW!

 

Speaking of bears, I was on the lookout as I left this morning. I didn't see any bears, but I saw a few deer--not nearly as exciting. It wasn't raining this morning (yay!), and the road continued to be rolling hills past numerous lakes.

Still a little foggy and cloudy, but not raining!

 

 

I picked up the Crystal Lake Bike Path into Boulder Junction. It was a nice path into town. I decided I would look for a restaurant for 2nd breakfast. I haven't had the opportunity for awhile. As I pulled into the parking lot of The Granery Restaurant, another couple pulled in on bikes. They were there to eat too, so I asked if I could join them. Jeff and Vicki are retired educators from Madison. We had a wonderful time chatting at breakfast. They were camping in Boulder Junction and were out for a ride on the trails. 

New friends, Vicki and Jeff

 

 

Besides the Crystal Lake Trail, there is also the Heart of Vilas County Trail. It's a very nice trail that goes from Boulder Junction to Manitowish Waters. After our breakfast and taking photos, we rode together for awhile on the Heart of Vilas Co. Trail. 

 

We said our goodbyes (they turned back, and I continued on). I was on the trail for 13 miles. I crossed a few bridges, and meandered through the trees.

Heart of Vilas Co. Trail

Yes, Jeff, I also saw the geraniums. There were a handful of people picking berries along the trail. I looked closer, and saw they were little wild blackberries. I had one. It was pretty sweet. It would sure take a lot to make a pie though! 

Tiny blackberries

 

 

My route didn't go all the way to Manitowish Waters. I had to get off and get back on the county road. Vicki thought it might now go all the way to Mercer (my next town), but she wasn't sure. I think she could be right though because when I arrived in Mercer, I needed to get groceries. By the grocery store, there was a trail that came from the other end of town in the direction of Manitowish. So, maybe there is a trail that goes from Manitowish Waters to Manitowish, then to Mercer. I'll have to look it up when I get a chance.

 

After restocking my food, I noticed there was a Subway right next door! Since I hadn't really had a full meal at a Wisconsin Subway, I decided I would eat a late lunch there. I only had about 7 miles to go to get to the campground. 

Lunchtime!

 

 

The guy in Subway asked me which way I was going. I told him County Road FF. He said I should find another way as they had the road all torn up. Well, there really isn't another way. He didn't know how long the construction area was. I wasn't terribly worried as Tilmann can handle gravel pretty good.

 

I'm glad there wasn't an alternative, because the construction was only for two miles. It wasn't bad at all. I would have been mad if I'd gone out of my way to avoid two miles.

Construction

 

 

Lake of the Falls County Park is not very big, only about 33 sites. There is only one other occupied site, but no one seems to be there. They do have a brand new restroom/shower building, which is great! I don't know where or if there are actual Falls near here. All I can see is a lake.

Lake of the Falls

I hope there are loons, because I really like their call. If not, at least I saw this one today in Mercer.

One giant Loon!

 

 

 

Five more days and I'll be back in Minneapolis!!!

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Aug 27--Day 26--Bear Karma, And My Own Little Cabin on the Lake

Today was another full day of riding in the rain. It mostly drizzled. Still, I ended up pretty wet. Combine that with yesterday's wetness, and most of my riding clothes are wet. Putting on the still soaking wet arm warmers this morning was...delightful. But, once I had my rain coat on, I was warm enough.

 

Today I continued riding by multiple lakes. I really wish the weather had been nice because I'm sure it would have been beautiful.

Whitefish Lake--would be beautiful I'm sure.

On the upside, this being Sunday, there probably would have been a lot more traffic if it had been sunny. As it was, there was very little traffic on the winding roads. There was much more traffic on the highways, but there was a shoulder then. 

 

The best road (even in the rain) was Military Rd. Scenic Byway. It was winding and a rollercoaster. It was really fun. It was through the Nicolet National Forest. Here's a little info.

Nicolet National Forest

 

 

I had decided to even out today and tomorrow's mileage by camping sooner today, then making up the miles tomorrow to make two 60ish mile days. Also, since it was raining all day, I was hoping for someplace under cover, or maybe...someplace indoors! On my map there was a place called Buckatabon Lodge and Lighthouse Inn. They allowed camping too, so I had my bases covered. 

 

I finished the Manitowoc Alternate Route, and have now rejoined the North Lakes main route. I should now be heading in a more westerly direction. Although today was definitely the day to be going mostly north as the wind was out of the south.

 

After about two miles on the main route out of Conover, I turned to go the 1 1/2 miles off route to Buckatabon. I was pedaling along when, not far ahead, A BEAR WALKED ACROSS THE ROAD!!!! I'M NOT KIDDING!!! A BLACK BEAR WALKED ACROSS THE ROAD!!! I stopped. OF COURSE I STOPPED--A BEAR WAS WALKING ACROSS THE ROAD!!! I got out my camera, but I couldn't get it turned on and zoomed in fast enough before THE BEAR went into the bushes. DANG!!! I knew there was a reason why I decided to end my day earlier! I thought it was to even out the miles, but NO. IT WAS TO SEE A BEAR WALK ACROSS THE ROAD!!! HOW LUCKY WAS THAT???

Really! There was a bear there!!!

 

 

I arrived at the lodge just as Kathy, one of the owners, was walking out of the house (the office is down on the lake). I asked if they had anyplace indoors I might stay tonight. She said they do, but none of the cabins had been cleaned yet. I said I wasn't that picky. After all, I've spent most of my nights in a tent! I really just needed to dry out my clothes. My tent was surprisingly dry this morning. It must have stopped raining for a bit during the night. The wind was blowing pretty good this morning. It probably dried it out.

 

She brought me to Cabin 2. It looked pretty clean to me. She asked how much I thought she should charge me. She said she certainly wasn't going to charge me the $150.00 rate for one night! I told her I had no idea. She suggested $50, and I said sure! She grabbed some sheets for the bed (there's actually two bedrooms), and even brought me a drying rack!

My little cabin

 

 

 

So, I've got a wonderful cabin on Buckatabon Lake for the night, AND I SAW A BEAR!!!