Adventure 620: Four Days on the Old Saint Joe

Joe Bunnies

For four idyllic days, we lounged around the camp fire, soaked our feet in the river, rode our power assisted bikes (82 miles), participated in "Rake Therapy", and fed ourselves much more than we needed. The weather hovered in the perfect zone, just under 80. The skies were blue, the bugs scarce, and the nights cool. In addition, we were out of cell range and therefore blissfully unconnected from the latest bombshell from the rump. I keep wondering why we came back. We plan to go back in September, especially if our winter plans are scuttled due the pandemic, and most likely even if they are. In the meantime, Judy's garden is looking spectacular, and I was very appreciative that she would allow four days away in the wilderness. In short, life is good, especially today.

 Quite sublime.

 Rake Therapy keeps the camp clean and the soul calmed.

 The Wiley Cager kept up her wiley tricks.

 If it's four O'clock, it must be time for GTs.

 North Idaho chic.

 Mrs. Ulmen pumping the well.

 I rode my son Steve's electric bike. I may never pedal unassisted again.

 Our camp spot for the four days.

 Our last breakfast (Just a sample of the thin gruel we enjoyed), huckleberry pancakes, ham, and egg.

 Miss Judy enjoying a little rake therapy.

  Good bye, Joe. See you in September.