Chapter 5
769 Words
4 Camp Life
I looked at Terry and sniffled, "I thought it was all over, especially after the lies he spread not only about me but Tiphanie, I could never prove it, but I think he had given up when he came into the store, that look he had on his face, that's the last impression of him I'll ever have. I understand the family is blaming me in part for his death." "Come off it Krin, that's bullshit and you know it," Terry sternly replied. "I want to believe that, really I do, but that thought's always going to be in the back of my mind." I stood up and reached for Terry, hugging him, never wanting to let him go.
We embraced for a moment, and then Terry said, "We'll talk about this more later, I've got to get back to my bike, I nodded, then sat back down and began to think of Ted. In less than an hour, we were on our way, cruising through Jackson Hole past the town square with it's arch of elk antlers, we stopped at the visitor center and picked up maps and literature on Yellowstone and the Tetons. We decided on trying for the Jenny Lake campground first, it was tents only and might not be full yet. Terry's bike was running like a champ, a few miles up the road the lines of vehicles entering the park at the entrance were starting to lengthen, slowly we inched our way to the entrance, paid our park fee, got the park map and info sheet and were on our way.
We decided on Colter Bay campground because it was larger and had showers, seeing the large amount of traffic on the road, made me nervous so I suggested to Terry we not waste any time getting up there. We cut off route 191 ant Moose Junction and traveled as fast as we dared. Mt. Moran rose up on our left overlooking Jenny Lake, snow still covering it's peak, and crevasses. Passing through Jackson Lake Junction, we moved right along finally turning at the sign indicating the campground. My stomach was full of butterflies fearing we had come all this way only to find a full campground. Passing the ranger station our luck was still holding, no "Sorry Campground full" sign out as yet, we started around the first loop spotting a family just pulling out we were in their old site before they were 50 yards down the road.
Terry filled out the registration envelope and stuck 24 dollars inside for two nights and stuffed it in the box the tear off tag went on a post in front of our site, we could now breath easier. It was now getting fairly warm out so I grabbed my leather halter out of my bag and walked to the restroom checking out the showers while I took off the tee-shirt and long sleeved shirt I bought at the Harley dealer and changed into the halter. Terry took notice as I returned to our site, "Lookin good there baby!" I smiled and danced the rest of the way into our site.
We got busy setting up our tents and spreading out our bedding, and inflating the sleeping mats. I added another bracelet to my wrist and a necklace Pam gave me, Terry kept giving me the eye with a sly smile on his face. "Lets go check out the store and see what they have," said terry pointing in the general direction. I put on my vest and off we went. We poked around the store picking up some sandwiches chips soda and some other things along with several brochures about attractions in the area. We then headed out to the nearby picnic area and had ourselves a nice picnic with a terrific view of Mt. Moran. While we ate, pesky Magpies and ravens flew around and disturbed us with their incessant noise; We studied a brochure from a whitewater rafting company, Barker-Ewing. "Man that would be so cool" thought Terry, "Call them see what it costs." I did, they were already booked up for tomorrow and at $65.00 a person…Forget it. "Oh well!"
We ate in silence for a moment, then Terry spoke, "Why don't we ride back to Jackson Hole later for supper, and see what there is to do." "Great, only problem is we're not 21, I'd love to go drinking and dancing, I think I saw something about a place called the "Mangy Moose" but you hafta be 21." Yeah, well we'll find something," promised Terry.
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