|Cassie would really like to tell those cows a thing or two about messing around in her camp.|
Well, like many others who camp on forest lands, we had a visit from the Rawhide Gang the other morning. A small herd of cattle came to check us out, and since we're camped on an old abandoned road that leads down to Four Mile Creek in the valley below, I figured they were wandering down for a drink. Problem was, a small tent had been set up right in their way by an AWOL visiting friend, so they weren't sure how to procede. They bunched up next to my trailer, and my three cowdogs about went crazy, seeing these interlopers in their territory.
|Cleaning the firepit|
So, I went out and moved the tent, and sure enough, they continued on down the overgrown road. But to my surprise, they stopped to clean the fire pit! They almost fought over the ashes.
Ironically, I had just burned an empty box of Moist and Meaty, as I didn't want to haul it into town for recycling. I've never seen cows clean a fire pit, so maybe they're part of some new agreement with the Forest Service to keep things cleaned up. Problem was, they left a few cowpies in camp—I guess it was a sort of trade-off for cleaning up the ashes.
I finally had to chase them off, as the dogs were going ballistic. Last time the dogs were around cattle, they ended up herding them off into the sunset, and I didn't want these cows ruining what looked to be a nice sunset coming on, so I decided to take things into my own hands.
I'm currently on day 23 in the same spot in the White River Forest, and yes, there is a 14-day limit. I was "unlucky" enough to get a nail through the sidewall of one of my brand-new Bridgestone tires, and the store had to order out for it, so I've been running on my spare. The tire finally came in today, so I'll be breaking camp tomorrow and heading for parts unknown. The Forest Service was really nice about letting me stay, given the situation, and since it's a beautiful camp, I wasn't too upset by my bad luck. The tire was under warrenty.
I woke this morning to a huge ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds, lighting the forest and making the trees look like they'd turned to autumn gold. It quickly faded. Tonight is the best night for viewing the Perseid meteor showers, so I intend to stay up late.
I tried to watch for meteorites last night, but got too cold, and I will admit that being alone in a dark forest and hearing strange sounds in the distance made me a bit wary. I have no idea what I heard, as it was a new sound to me, but it made me understand why some people are glad that grizzlies no longer live in Colorado. It was probably those cows having a big bonfire party, drinking Spotted Cow Lager (yes, there really is such a thing), then eating the ashes for dessert.
I hope those cows head downhill before the snows hit, as it appears to be an early winter coming on, from the looks of the scrub oak that's already turning on the hills below my camp.
|Making cowboy coffee seems appropriate with a herd of cattle around.|