My Yellowstone Odyessy

Chapter 3

3 The Perfect Evening

After we sat for a moment, I suggested we walk around the campground; "Sounds like a plan babe" agreed Terry, as we took each other's hand and strolled out to look things over. We walked by the site I had shared with the couple from Michigan a couple weeks ago, there were several tents and a few campers scattered around but nobody paid us much attention. Eventually we made our way down to the rocky beach the high rock rising up behind the lake; I spotted a lone pine high on the ridge silhouetted against the blue sky. I took a picture of Terry and he of me of our backs to the lake. We then finished our walking tour and walked back to camp.

Terry collected some firewood for later, as I finished arranging things, I thought of calling home, but we must have been in a "dead zone" as my cell phone couldn't pick up a signal. "Think we should ride into town?" asked Terry, "You know, look around," We saddled up again and rode back into town coming down the busy main street, the Wind River Range rising up in the distance, Terry pulled up in front of the Stockman's steak and bar lounge and got off, "What! Do you think their gonna serve us 'cuz we have biker clothes on?" I asked. "Naw, let's get something to eat," said Terry as he reached for the door. The place had a dark atmosphere and with what looked like a drive-up liquor window on the side, several people were scattered at various tables eating lunch, we were seated and menu's provided. Both of us settled on burger baskets and cokes

We spent the time making small talk ate our meal and left, Terry had a hard time trying to start his bike it didn't seem to be getting any spark, he fiddled with the coil and plug wires, finally getting the bike to start, we headed straight back to the campground, where he inspected the coil and wires closer. "I hope I can make it to Jackson Hole, there's a Harley dealer there, I may have to get a new coil" muttered Terry.

While Terry was fooling with his bike, I crawled into my tent and took a short nap.

For supper, we decided on canned Chili and some canned pineapple real gourmet dining, but what the heck, it's camping, Terry had a small radio so we listened to that for entertainment, while I sewed my H.O.G. and Ladies of Harley patches on my leather vest. In the meantime a few more campers came in, somebody in a huge motor home crept around the park looking for a site, finally settling on a pull-through a couple sites down from us. Later, when I was walking down to the water outlet to get some water, I saw two teenage girls standing near the privy; I went over and asked them if there was a problem. "Problem girls?" "Is this the only bathroom," said one, a pleading look in her eyes, "I'm afraid so, if you girls are from that motor home, why don't you use the toilet in there?"

"It's full; dad won't let us use it." "Sorry about that, this is primitive camping, deal with it." They both gave me dirty looks, and continued to stand there as I filled a bottle with water, and returned to camp. Later, after it got dark and the temperature dropped Terry and I sat on the picnic table staring at the fire arms around each other, heads together. "Having fun yet babe?" he said, "Oh just loads" I replied sarcastically, "Well, how about this" as he gently turned my face to his and pressed his lips to mine.

We spent another half an hour making out until the fire died and we headed for our respective tents.

I got into my sweat pants and long sleeve tee-shirt that were acting as my PJ's and burrowed into my sleeping bag, it must have gotten down around the low 40's I pulled my jacket over my head with just a little hole to breath out of . I never did get truly warm, I began to think I might have to buy a blanket somewhere to supplement the sleeping bag, but the worst part was when Terry's voice called out, "It's 5am baby rise and shine girl." "Damn! It was cold, I changed as best I could in the bag but in the end I had to sit up and expose bare boobs to the cold trying to put my bra on, I could hear Terry rustling around next door apparently not bothered by the cold.