I woke right before sun up. The sky was beautiful, almost fully lit but the sun still hadn’t peeked its head above the skyline. There was frost on the Coach and Workhorse and the Coach’s back window, that I use for a vent due to my portable propane heater, was frozen shut.
As the Sun started to peak above the skyline I could again see steam coming off of the Snake river. It looked like it was a hot springs, but in reality I knew it’s water temperature was in the low sixties, at the most.
[one_fifth][/one_fifth]The Coach’s interior temperature read 41 degrees. I checked the battery and it read 25% so fired up the Mr. Buddy propane heater. I also started the generator early today to bring the battery charge back up. It’s not good to take your battery down that low. When I checked the Solar Panel outside, it read 12.2 volts. One bad thing about the trees at our camp. It doesn’t allow for a full battery charge and the generator won’t give us that either. I need to come up with a solution.
After Jagger and I both have a brief breakfast. Preparations to hitch up the Coach to the Workhorse begin and I say good bye to our hosts, Don and Patti. Finally Jagger and I load up and slowly pull the Coach out of its nesting place, heading down the road dirt road to the main highway.
Oh my gosh, remember the Forest Road coming into the campground? Well on the way out we met a semi truck coming into the area. We just barely fit passing on the narrow gravel road. The Coach’s tires were off the gravel road, with a drop off of fifty feet or more down to river. I’m sweating bullets. The semi truck’s tires were rubbing the mountain on the other side.
We made it. I think to myself, the rest of the trip will be easy in comparison and Jagger and I haven’t even reached the main highway yet. We take one last look at the falls as we pass.
Then we turn left onto highway 26 and head North. We are going through Idaho Falls, stopping at a public dumping station to empty our tanks. Eventually taking Interstate 15 South to Malad Summit.
Arriving at Malad Summit
After about a four hour drive we pass under a bridge over Interstate 15 that will take us to our next resting place, Malad Summit, in the Caribou-Targhee National Forest. I have to drive to the next exit and take the frontage road back to the bridge. After crossing the bridge I turn onto a gravel road that soon narrows. No signs to comfort me, I continue down the Google black hole.
[one_fifth][/one_fifth]The Garmin GPS I purchased last May for this very reason, was already warning me this road’s ability to fit the Coach was “unknown”. Unfortunately this happens more often than I would like after my purchase, but it has also saved me many times from making worse decisions following Google. The dirt and gravel road continues to get more narrow with only enough room for one vehicle. I hope we don’t meet anyone coming the opposite way Jagger.
The trees and brush started to close in as we drive down the narrow road brushing both sides of the Coach. It was that narrow in some places. It was beginning to look like a jungle. So much for the wax job. I was beginning to think we would end up in the stream. We then turned a slight corner to the left and I saw the sign. Whew.
I stopped at the entrance but didn’t see any maps or anything posted, so I moved forward into the campground, around a sharp corner, across some precarious steel grates forming a bridge over a Mill Stream and saw site #2 on the right. Yikes I don’t think I can fit in there Jagger. At that moment the host comes running out to stop me before I went any further. That’s when I meet our new hosts, Nick and Tina.
Nick says; “Wow you’re the biggest RV we have ever had in here I don’t think you will fit and I wouldn’t want to see you scratch up that trailer”. He suggested I use the group area, but I would need to back around a corner with trees and bushes, without pushing the Coach in the stream, before I could pull in through a side gate. With a prayer and a little guidance from Nick, we made it and called it a day.
What a great site. We have the whole group area to ourselves. As you can see it’s quit large and we have our own vault toilet, numerous picnic tables and water hydrants. Darn in all the commotion I forgot to fill the on board water tanks again. That means I will need to pump it on board again. I’m thankful for this feature I have used many times now.
After I settle our camp a little bit, I look for Jaggers leather leash. I look everywhere. I must have left it at the Falls Campground. I have given away all the “extra” leashes I don’t like and I’ll now have to buy another one at the store Jagger to get us by. I put him on a lead for now and skip the walk for tonight.
Note: Just as I thought, I did forget Jagger’s leash at Falls Campground. The picture to the left is the leash still sitting on the picnic bench where I left it! Don (the Host) sent me this picture on Facebook. I got a laugh out of it and told him he could have it for his puppy now.
I really like these leather leashes with clips on both ends. They are very flexible for different configurations and the leather is easy on my hand. You remember how Jagger used to pull me around!
Well closing for now. Tomorrow we’ll explore a little then prepare to move South again.
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