"IN MY ROOM"

 Greetings from the Lewis-Clark Valley, where smoke from regional forest fires has seriously impacted the quality of our air. It's been bad enough that my eyes and throat burn mildly. I headed out for shopping this afternoon anyway.

Mike and Nellie are off on a three-day hunting trip, so I’m having a lovely vacation here at home. Nellie is a member of our family, and though I love her, I get a little tired of playing to her whims and opinions. Whims and opinions she has. A few days off from my usual duties is a good thing, and I have plenty of things to keep me busy.

Much of my recent town time has been devoted to my “studio,” and I’ve had a great time decorating it with a ‘50s influence. When I saw the red sofa with its straight lines and multi-colored pillows, I knew it was just right for the look I wanted. Unfortunately, the storage cabinets and the sofa take up a lot of floor space in this small room. With the addition of the sewing table and chair and the ironing board, it’s really quite cramped, but it still constitutes space dedicated to my interests, and I love it. 

Of course, I have a large bulletin board for inspiration and display. The hand-crafted necklace was a birthday gift from Mike. 

Things left over from my childhood room – familiar things that just haven’t had a place in my home for years – provide welcome accents. These charming little angels were a gift from a dear friend of my dad’s, “Mom” Fairchild, in the ‘50s. On their backs they say, “Yona Original Japan.” Apparently they aren’t rare. Sets can be found online, and someone dated them at 1956. That’s about when I received these.

The shadow boxes beside the bookcase were also mine in childhood and my parents enjoyed collecting bone china and blown glass miniatures for it. Many of those things survived my childhood but were broken in the course of time.The three-legged end table, left over from a by-gone era, was struggling to find a purposeful life at the farmhouse but serves well beside the sofa.

One thing leads to another, especially in the small house, and the room could be made somewhat more efficient if the closet were also cleaned out and organized. I’ve made a start by pulling out the pillows you see on the floor, which were hooked by my dad and finished by my mother.

Now that the room is functional, I’ve made a start on quilting my Christmas quilt. The Halloween quilt kit I bought is in the cabinet calling to me, but I must finish the Christmas quilt first. KW

Motocaching the Cowboy State - Final

Day 7

I was up again at 6:00 and it was COLD.  There was no breakfast served at Motel 6 so I decided to try McDonalds again.  At first I thought it wasn’t open but it was.  I was just the only one there.  I tried a fruit parfait which was good but not very substantial.  My route was to take Highway 278 northwest over to Wisdom which was about 60 miles.  This carried me over Badger Pass at 6,670 elevation and Big Hole Pass at 7,360 feet.  Did I mention that it was cold?  I had to stop twice to warm my hands on the engine.  Later at a service station stop in Wisdom I asked a local how cold it had been that morning.  He said, “Not too cold.  About 37 degrees.”  I told him that was plenty cold traveling on a motorcycle and I’m sure it was even colder going over those passes.

 

A few miles before Wisdom a truck was stopped on the road with the driver waving his arm out the window signaling for me to slow down.  I couldn’t figure why but I complied anyway.  That showed wisdom on my part because I soon encountered a herd of cattle on the road with a couple of cowboys pushing them along.  Yep, this is the wild west.

 

There were three caches in Wisdom which as you may have gathered is a small rural ranch town.  Ordinarily I wouldn’t have taken the time to try all these caches but I was stalling hoping it would soon warm up a bit.  The first cache was at a grass airstrip coming into town.  This cache was a first for me as it was hidden in a fully functioning outhouse.  But that’s not all.  The next cache was behind a church in town.  You guessed it.  It was also in an outhouse but a much classier one.  It was a two holer with a partition and separate entrances.  I suppose to separate the genders although I saw no markings.  The third cache was located in a park pavilion on the edge of town.  The pavilion was completely enclosed and I was a bit taken aback when I opened the door to find it occupied.  There were two persons curled up in sleeping bags with their bicycles parked inside along with their gear.  Dismayed but undaunted I tiptoed around one and grabbed the cache which was up near the rafters.  One of the sleepers stirred a bit as I was signing the log but I just acted like I supposed to be there and nonchalantly replaced the cache and left.  I won’t forget Wisdom for a while.

 

My strategy had worked as it had now warmed up just a bit as I continued west toward Lost Trail Pass on the Continental Divide which is also the Idaho-Montana border.  The pass summit is 7,264 feet and is a great motorcycle road.  I have ridden it a few time before and driven it even more.  There was a neat cache located on the downhill side which required a hike up a fairly steep hill.  I welcomed the opportunity to warm up a bit more and after logging this cache I wasn’t cold any more.

I proceeded north on Highway 93 and my only other cache was in a parking lot in Stephensville.  While I was parked there an older man came over and said he was glad to see someone of my age on a bike like that.  He obviously thought I was old but I didn’t correct him.  He had been a motorcyclist too and told me about his old bike.

At Lolo I turned west on Highway 12 went over the Lolo Pass and continued along the fabulous motorcycle route down the Lochsa and Clearwater Rivers through Idaho.  This was the reverse route I had taken a few weeks earlier on my Montana trip.  It was so smokey from the forest fires that you almost needed a mask.  However, one benefit of that condition was that there was very little traffic.  I stopped at the bridge leading into the Gateway Campground and had a sardine lunch.

I arrived at the house around 3:00 pm and I believe my mileage for that day was 413 miles.  Total mileage for the trip was a little over 2,700 miles.  It was a fantastic trip made especially special having Yancey along.  Next summer Utah is on the list.  

Pictures: Not relative to this day because I was too cold in the morning and it was too smokey in the afternoon.  1 - east of Yellowstone, 2- entering Grand Teton Natl Park, 3 - hot springs at Thermopolis, 4 - back of my helmet which Yancey says looks like a teddy bear.  Looks like a tiger to me.  That's all folks.  Thanks for following along.   M/W

Motocaching the Cowboy State - Part 5

Day 6

The Alamo was the only motel so far that didn’t serve some kind of breakfast so we headed to McDonald’s shortly after 6:00.  I had a fruit smoothie that was pretty good.  It was much warmer this morning and we soon shed our jacket liners.  As we approached Yellowstone we got into some beautiful country as you would imagine.  We got two caches before entering Yellowstone which took care of Park County.  One, “Grandma’s Cache”, had some fantastic rock formations across the creek from it.  I had given up on this one when Yancey found it under a bush right where I had already looked.  I knew there was a good reason to bring him along.  Can you see Grandma in the picture to the right?

My Golden Age pass worked to get me into Yellowstone without charge.  There are some advantages to being old.  We had a blast the first part of the Yellowstone travel – beautiful scenery, twisty road and not too much traffic.  Unfortunately the traffic situation changed after a while and we were mostly in a line.  It had gotten much colder in the park and I wished I had kept my jacket liner on.  However, as usual it is just my hands that suffer too much from the cold and we stopped a time or two and I warmed them on the engine.

As we approached Jackson Hole we stopped for our first Teton County cache.  Our second cache was just at the entrance into town.   As we were approaching it we heard this big crash on the street and looked to see a wheel rolling down the road followed by a Subaru station wagon coming to a stop with the front driver’s side wheel gone.  It’s a wonder it didn’t hit anyone because there was lots of traffic.  I retrieved the wheel from our side of the street and rolled it over to the two girls in the Subaru.  They said they had felt something kind of strange going on and were heading to a garage but obviously didn’t make it.

We went to a sub sandwich in Jackson known to Yancey that was really busy.  As this was our parting I didn’t mind the considerable wait we had.  After lunch we gassed up the bikes and said our goodbyes.  Yancey headed south toward Rock Springs and I headed east back into Idaho.

I went over the Teton pass and after entering Idaho I stopped for a cache in Idaho’s Teton County.  It was a cache that required a bit of a hike and had a beautiful view of the Teton Valley.  I noticed in signing the log that a couple who are friends from Lewiston had signed the log about a month before.  That was the same case as the next one I logged a little ways down the road.

 

I proceeded through Rexburg west on Highway 33 toward Interstate 15.  Before reaching the Interstate I found a really secure cache.  It was an ammo box chained to a hold in a rock.  It wasn’t hidden at all as I guess it didn’t need to be.  I had a great headwind on the Interstate toward Dubois just as I had had three years ago when I was Motocaching Idaho.

My next cache was at a Rest Stop just outside of Dubois and that’s where my GPSr troubles began.  This is too long a story to tell but my GPSr was a refurbished replacement for one that Garmin had replaced due to the paint wearing off the buttons of the original.  It’s not the first trouble I’ve had as you know if you read my Nevada journal.  At any rate, after I had logged the cache at the Rest Stop and tried to navigate to either the next cache or my motel in Dillon the unit would just shut itself off.  It didn’t matter whether I was using its batteries or the bike’s battery.  At that point Dillon was about 90 miles away.  The unit would work in other respects but not to navigate.  When I approached Dillon I tried to navigate again and it worked fine as it did the rest of my journey.

I arrived in Dillon, MT, at the Motel 6 about 6:15.  Dillon is a real railroad town with tracks running right down the middle of the town.  After getting cleaned up and settled I went down town and attempted two caches, one at an antique truck on the museum grounds and another at a downtown bookstore.  I was unsuccessful on both.  Maybe I just need some nourishment.  After dinner at the Subway I took a dusk ride out to the edge of town and found a neat cache along side a creek so at least I finished the day on a high note.

I finished this long day with 9 caches in three states having traveled 410 miles.

Pictures: 1&2 at "Grandma's Cache".  Can you see "Grandma" in the picture on the right?, 3 Lewis Lake in Yellowstone, 4 Don't recall the name of this lake in Yellowstone, 5 retrieving the wheel in Jackson, 6 the very secure cache in Jefferson County, ID.

To be continued.  M/W

Motocaching the Cowboy State - Part 4

Day 5

At 6:00 we partook of the motel’s breakfast which was nothing extra but adequate.  Our first cache of Big Horn County was in Sheridan at a kind of park with a fishing pond.  It was called “8^th and Fishy” and after a little search we located it.  The next cache was nearby but after looking it over we decided to pass.  It was in a big ravine thick with underbrush and we figured we didn’t have the time or clothes to tackle that one.  So we proceeded on to another one located at a ballpark near the fairgrounds hidden in a fake phone box on a telephone pole.  Thanks to the hint it was an easy find.

Before leaving Sheridan we went to Starbucks to visit Yancey’s friend, Eric, who was on a temporary assignment there from Denver.  He treated us to a coffee and hot chocolate which was very good.  We gassed up across the street and headed for what was arguably the most scenic and motorcycle-fun leg of our trip.

After a short distance on Interstate 90 north we turned west on Highway 14 that took us through the Big Horn National Cloud Peak Forest Wilderness Area.  We climbed a twisty mountain route and came back down the other side known as Shell Canyon.  Yancey had a helmet video setup which we took turns using.  The only problem I had was that I had to use his helmet which was much too big and it kept dropping down over my eyes – not a good thing, particularly on that road.  We stopped at an especially scenic spot near the bottom of the back side and took some pictures.

From the Cloud Peak area we descended to a big basin approaching Greybull to the southwest.  We passed through Greybull and Basin and continued south on Highway 16 in Washakie County toward Worland.  What had been a cool (cold on a motorcycle) early morning was now a hot and getting hotter late morning.  Our first stop in Worland was a DNF but we did find a micro (very small container) cache coming into town.  Next we went to a residential neighborhood where I gave up on one that Yancey found in an old pile of pallets in an alley.  A girl was sitting on her steps reading a book nearby and I asked her if there was a park close.  She directed me to one about two blocks away which was very convenient so we motored over and had lunch under a pavilion in a big shady pleasant park.

 

When I plan these trips I lay out the caches and use them as navigating points.  On this trip I had more than one route planned before I settled on the final one.  Unfortunately I left some of the caches for the rejected route in my GPSr.  This error combined with my poor sense of direction resulted in a twelve mile detour much of it over a gravel road due to road construction and then a quarter mile hike on a dusty road to a hilltop overlooking the Big Horn Valley.  After getting the cache it finally dawned on me that we were going in the wrong direction.  We did not want to go back to Buffalo.  So we had to go back over the gravel into Worland and turn south toward Thermopolis.

 

We had a lot of hot afternoons but I believe the hottest was in Thermopolis.  Of course, this is a hot springs area and you could smell the sulfur everywhere.  We stopped at a dusty private camping area where Yancey finally found the cache hidden in a poplar tree.  From there we went to “Rocky Top River View” which was a fantastic view but we didn’t find the cache which was supposed to hidden among some big rocks.  Yancey found another one hidden on an old wagon on a street corner in the middle of town before we headed northwest toward Cody and out of Hot Springs County. 

The countryside along Highway 120 between Thermopolis and Cody is fairly barren.  Before reaching Cody we encountered some pretty ferocious winds.  Not as bad as in Nevada but the worst of this trip.  We didn’t do any more caches but headed straight for the Budget Host motel.  There were many other bikers at the motel and all over town for that matter.  We got into a lengthy motorcycle conversation with one who was leaving the motel just as we got there.  He had traveled all the way out from Minnesota.

After lubing our chains and getting cleaned up we had a lengthy but unintentional tour of the town trying to find a restaurant the motel owner had recommended.  Cody seemed to be the liveliest town we had visited.  It may have been due to its proximity to Yellowstone.  We finally gave up on the restaurant we were trying to find and settled on a pizza place downtown.  I thought it was pretty good.  This was our shortest day with 9 caches, 2 DNF’s and only 284 miles.

Pictures: 1&2 in Shell Canyon, 3 lunch in Worland park, 4 Big Horn Valley (unintentional detour), 4&5 Thermopolis Falls.  To be continued.  M/W

Motocaching the Cowboy State - Part 3

Day 4

Since it was the weekend the Bunkhouse didn’t serve breakfast until 7:00.  We hadn’t logged any caches in Platte County so we got up at 6:20 and headed out to “Trail Ruts”.  This was another of our favorite caches.  We had to travel about a half mile on gravel and then hike about 3/4 of a mile round trip but it was worth it.  We were in a big park that showcased the ruts from the Oregon Trail.  The terrain those pioneers covered in everything from wagons to handcarts was absolutely astounding.  What I couldn’t figure out was why they chose that path when outside the park seemed relatively level.

By this time it was 7:00 so we went back to the Bunkhouse for breakfast.  It was the best one we had on the whole trip.  Besides the usual cereal and fruit there were homemade cinnamon rolls and breakfast burritos.  The Bunkhouse feeds the hands well.

We picked up another cache in Platte County on the way over to Ft. Laramie and (Land O’) Goshen County.  We logged a cache at the fire station that featured a cat that acted like a dog.  It came out to greet us, was very friendly and even followed us out to the cache and back.

We had been on Highway 26 since leaving the Interstate the day before.  Now at the little town of Lingle we turned due north toward Niobrara County.  I hope you can pronounce that name better than I can.  All morning we had a wonderful ride with no traffic, a nice tailwind and beautiful rolling prairie with mountains in the distance.  We swapped motorcycles for a bit so I could try Yancey’s new bike.  It was nice with a really cool sound.  We continued north into Weston County and stopped in Newcastle where Yancey got a good deal on sunglasses to replace ones he had broken the day before and a hat which he had forgot.  Ordinarily the last thing a bald guy forgets is his hat but it’s easy to do when you’re wearing your motorcycle helmet.  It’s happened to me too.

 

From Newcastle we turned northwest on Highway 16 toward the small town of Moorcroft situated in the southwest corner of Crook County.   We ate our lunch in Florence Noonan Park there where we picked up a cache for that county.  The town and park was not very impressive and seemed run down which was just the opposite of Newcastle.  Before we headed west toward Gillette I acquainted Yancey with the old “Look sharp, feel sharp, be sharp” Gillette commercial which was new to him.  I’ll bet all you oldsters remember especially if you watched the Friday night fights they sponsored.  But I digress.

Our plan was to log another cache just outside of town at a Rest Stop.  When I left the park I was studying my GPSr as I was wending my way through the residential section of town thinking that Yancey was right behind me.  After a few blocks and turns I came to a stop sign and noticed that Yancey was nowhere to be seen.  After waiting a few minutes I circled back to the park but I didn’t see him there either.  After waiting at the Interstate entrance a few minutes I decided I would proceed to the Rest Stop in case he had gone ahead.  The Rest Stop was not right on the Interstate but one of those located below the Interstate level with the exit a ways before the actual Rest Stop and you have to wind around to get down there.  So on top of my other problems and concerns I missed the exit.  As I was passing the Rest Stop I saw Yancey down below waving to me.  Now I have the problem of reversing my direction on the Interstate to get back down to the Rest Stop.  I had no idea where the next exit was.  Although my bike is really not meant for this sort of maneuver I cut down into and across the median to get to the eastbound lanes.  Fortunately it wasn’t too rough and I had no problem.  Yancey had waited for me at the Rest Stop and we were soon reunited and got another Crook County cache.   

We picked up a cache or two in Gillette (Campbell County) but by far the most memorial was the last one of the day called “Oh! Birdie” in Buffalo (Johnson County).  It was in a nice residential neighborhood stashed in a birdhouse in someone’s front yard.  After logging the cache we made ready to begin the trip to Sheridan to spend the night.  I made sure Yancey had his bike started and was ready to go before I pulled out from the curb.  Again I was intent on watching my GPSr to get me out of the neighborhood and onto the Interstate.  After three or four turns I glanced in my mirror and no Yancey.  Not again!  After waiting a while I returned to the cache and when he wasn’t there I called and left a message on his cell phone that I was waiting at the cache site.  After waiting a while I called again and told him that I was proceeding to Sheridan to the motel which was about 30 miles away.  I was worried but I didn’t know what else to do.  After the experience on the first ride years ago I could just see Yancey off somewhere in a ditch.  I don’t want to face Kelly (his wife) for sure.  After about 10 miles I pulled off the Interstate and called again.  To my intense relief, this time he answered.  He was already in Sheridan.  When I had pulled away from the curb he had realized that his helmet strap wasn’t fastened and had been delayed fastening it while I left the premises.  I guess this was “lost boy” day.

I had a little trouble finding the motel in Sheridan but Yancey didn’t so he was already settled when I finally got there.  To me Sheridan had a more cosmopolitan feel to it than any place we visited.  It was dark before we had gotten cleaned up and walked down Main Street to a restaurant.  I don’t remember the name of it but it was the best meal we had on the trip.  I believe Yancey had some fried chicken strips and I had a grilled chicken sandwich that was delicious.  We ate on outdoor patio with the tables surrounding a blazing fire pit.  Our waitress was very congenial and quick.

We finished the day with 15 caches, 3 DNF’s and 356 miles.  Yancey had less miles because some of mine were searching for him.  We had the most comfortable beds of the trip and if Yancey snored at all I didn’t hear him.

Pictures: Trail Ruts - 2, Lunch in Florence Noonan Park at Moorcroft, Bikes reunited at the Rest Stop outside of Moorcroft, Cache site above the town of Buffalo.  Scaricty of pictures this day due to stress.

To Be Continued  M/W 

Guest Blog: A Weekend with Nick and Hallie

Nick and I set out Saturday the 1st for the Olympic Peninsula. Neither one of us had much of a plan or aspiration for the weekend--just to go somewhere. Therefore, I decided that rather than taking the ferry, which is expensive, we'd just drive south and then curve back up the peninsula. Time wise, it should have been about the same. I had us on course for the south end of the Olympic National Forest. Once we had driven for a couple of hours Nick announced that he wanted to go to the NORTH end of the forest. Sheesh! If I had known that he wanted to go to the north part of the forest, I would not have suggested driving. Nevertheless, we covered a lot of ground and saw a lot of beautiful territory. Along the way, we passed a couple camp sites that we were interested in, but they were full--after all, it was the busiest camping weekend of the year and we didn't have a reservation. Luckily, we found a good camp ground just 7 miles outside of Port Angeles that had some room (barely, though). We set up camp and then headed back into town for dinner. Some form of camping, huh?

Car camping is definitely NOT for real campers. I witnessed a couple of guys from B.C. trying to start a fire. I guess they were having trouble, so the one guy pulled a giant unabridged dictionary from the truck of his car. He was selective at first, just pulling the front couple pages from the book. Soon, it was, "Okay, there go the As!". Women in the bathroom were doing their best to all but shower in the sink. Is mascara really necessary for camping? Nick started our fire with the help of two strips of paper, just 3" x 1". Yesterday, we drove up the mountain to Hurricane Ridge. It's an area where you can see all of the tallest peaks of the Olympic mountains as well as a view of the sound, Victoria, and the San Juan islands. It was fairly clear, so we could see almost everything. This is a not difficult hiking--the trail is paved and only about 1 - 1.5 miles long. There were lots of people and the wildlife was tame. Nick came within spitting distance of a grouse and its babies and got some pictures. Upon straying off the paved path, I was startled by a doe who, not at all startled by me, strolled past and starting munching greens not 20 feet away from us. That doe was so calm that we were able to speak to each other normally and it didn't spook. THEN, just as we were marveling at how strange/cool that was, a buck came trotting up the trail. I saw it first while Nick was still taking photos of the doe, and I said, "Niiiiiiick? Nick. It's a buck." I wasn't sure if the buck was going to come my way or not, but instead he took the lower Y of the trail and trotted on past like we weren't even there. CRAZY!

We headed out around 3:30 to make our way back. At the campground, we had seen a woman picking little red berries with a bunch of young kids. Nick overheard her saying that she would make a pie. We later concluded that those were lowland huckleberries and regretted not picking them ourselves. We would have liked to have found blue huckleberries, but I don't think we were at the right elevation. I think the campground was too low and I think Hurricane Ridge was too high--just above the treeline. We did find some berries that I think were huckleberries but they weren't ready. They tasted neither sweet nor tart.

Motocaching the Cowboy State - Part 2

Day 3

Friday morning the Days Inn started their complementary breakfast at 6:00 am and we were there.  It was nothing extra but it put something in our stomachs for the trip and we were on the road at 6:30.  We headed north on Highway 191 toward Farson.  It was a bit chilly but we were treated to beautiful open country green with sage and no wind. 

Our first cache was called “Parting of the Ways” which marked the spot where pioneers either headed south toward Utah and California or due west toward Oregon.  The highway passed through a tiny corner of Sublette County at this point before entering Fremont County.  Not far down the road we found “View of the Bear”.  The terrain had begun to change from the flat sage prairie to some hills and mountainous outcroppings.  The “bear” could be plainly seen in the jagged top of a rock outcropping.

At Farson we took Highway 28 which headed northeast toward Lander.  From Lander we continued on toward Riverton and then Shoshoni getting a few more caches along the way.  At Shoshoni we turned southeast toward Casper and Natrona County.  Around noon we stopped at “Planet P” which was probably my favorite cache.  This site was where some scenes from the movie “Starship Troopers” (1997) were shot.  It served as the planet Klendathu during the initial battle at night where the Troopers were decimated. Later in the movie during daylight scenes it served as Planet P.  It was absolutely unreal.  We had our lunch in the shade of a lone tree on the precipice of the “planet”.  I can report that there is life on the planet because I saw a cow down near the bottom.

The afternoon was really hot and we stripped down as much as our motorcycle gear would allow.  We picked up a few more caches and skirted around Casper and into Converse County.  Another favorite cache was “A Blast from the Past” at the Glenrock museum.  While we were logging the cache the museum volunteer, Rosalee, came out and invited us in the sign the register.  She was very nice and the little museum which was an old church that had been relocated to this site was crammed with artifacts.  I wish we would have had more time to look around but we had many miles to cover.  We did make one more stop in Glenrock to climb up a hill and log a cache by the Glenrock “G”.

We tried to avoid the Interstates as much as possible but a certain amount was inevitable.  We found a rural highway at Olin that paralleled Interstate 25 for a ways but we had to get back on for a while before reaching our day’s destination at Guernsey.  On this Interstate stretch we had a nice tailwind and I was letting `er go pretty good when I noticed the flashing red and blue lights behind me.  Turns out I was doing a little more than the law would allow.  He was very polite about giving me a ticket and as I told Yancey, he didn’t tell me to slow down just to be careful.  This is the fifth state in which I’ve Motocached the counties (and my only ticket) and I saw by far more state patrolmen here.  Yancey said it was because Wyoming has lots of oil and gas money.

Guernsey is a small southeast Wyoming town which has one down home motel called “The Bunkhouse”.  When I told Yancey where we were staying he asked if that meant we’d have to sleep with all the other travelers.  The decor is rough western and it was really pretty nice. 

 

Our evening dining experience was another matter.  Choices were limited and we were late so we tried a nearby (everything was nearby) bar/restaurant the motel owner had suggested.  It was absolutely packed this Friday night.  There is an Army camp at Guernsey and I suppose that was one of the reasons.  We had a little wait before placing our order and after another 30 or 40 minutes we still hadn’t been served.  At this point I went back to the bar and found that they hadn’t even started on our order.  I told them to cancel and we went next door to the bowling alley.  It wasn’t crowded and after a short wait we got a hamburger and hot dog.

Our day ended with 10 caches, one DNF and 379 miles covered.
Pictures:View of the Bear and Yancey at Parting of the Ways, Planet P, One Yancey calls "Breaking Bad", Yancey in front of the Bunkhouse.  To be continued.  M/W