Monday is a travel day and we leave Salt Lake City and choose a scenic route north to Idaho. We remembered Bear Lake from our previous trip as one of the most beautiful places we had seen and wanted to go back. We had an enjoyable time driving and saw some interesting things along the way.
Triple trucks are a fixture on the interstates. They are sooo long and you don't want to attempt to pass one. We also started to see corn fields and irrigation as we approached areas with lakes and rivers. A large yellow butterfly flew directly into our windshield and somehow safely landed near the wiper. He was gorgeous and I let a a shriek because I thought he was hurt. Somehow he gathered his strength and gently lifted off into space with all his beauty and grace intact. Wow!
We stopped at a rest area where the earth was parched and the lawns clearly marked - No Pets On Grass! Zig and I walked around and found a marker where the Donner Party had crossed this area. After all their hardships to get this far this place was tragic for them. Two men got into a fight and one was killed and the other ran off and later died. How sad to think they got such a distance and then were lost. Of course more hard times were to come for the survivors as we know from history.
At this stop Zig and I met the "Orange Cowboy." This gentlemen was of slight build with a gold earring and completely outfitted in orange - pants, western shirt and cowboy hat. He and a female companion were sitting in a supply room and came out to say hello to Ziggy. I think they are the cleaning crew and they couldn't have been nicer people. They told us a story of an abandoned pack rat at another area which they now care for and have named Ziggy. They were thrilled to meet another Ziggy.
We continued through pristine forest lands and unfortunately lots of road work and finally saw the lake below us looking just as gorgeous as we remembered. Our campground was on the other side of the lake and we crossed into Idaho on the way. The camp was pretty empty with only five or so sites occupied and no staff around until morning. We found our site and got settled. We had a lot of room here with a nice lake view and fresh air.
We decided to take a bike ride and went around the grounds. At one occupied site were a group of young people sitting at the picnic table passing around a rifle. I panicked since Idaho is what I call a "hate crime state" and they may be able to smell a Jew or east coast person. Luckily we did not see them again nor did we hear any gun shots.
Now you ask, what does this title mean, well Stealin' Stealin' is a line from this song and stealing wood is what Jeff and I did. I noticed a pile at an empty site and we went back and took armfuls. Now stealing is wrong and I was punished by getting a nasty rash on my left arm where I held the wood. All ended well as we enjoyed a blazing fire and my arm healed by morning. I highly recommend the night sky and star show in Idaho.
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