Two days ago I was at 7,000 feet in this alpine meadow, on the other side of the Bighorns, cool temp. Yesterday, I was at 4,000 feet, 110 degrees.
I’m in a strange sort of limbo as I write this. I feel like I’ll survive the day, which is a nice change from yesterday, but at the same time I’m on the edge of… incomunicado?…
But what do I mean and how did I get here?
Yesterday I was in Lovell, Wyoming and I was goddamn miserable. At about this time of day (a bit after local noon) I was stretched out on my couch unable to move or even plan an escape from the heat. According to my digital thermometer it was 110 degrees and shit it was still early in the day. It was too hot to drive, make for higher ground, which was less than 20 miles away, but nearly straight up. The rig tends to overheat as it was, and with the temp halfway to a boil…
The tiny dot on the hill is likewise the rig, same campsite as photo #1.
…so I figured to wait it out until the cool of nightfall, then actively think about a higher elevation campsite, somewhere north in the Bighorn Range.
Plus there’s the Internet issue, as in Wyoming doesn’t have any at higher elevation and from what I gather I’d be cut off anywhere above 7,000 feet on Route 14A Alt, my straight shot to the higher reaches.
Same alpine meadow, different rig.
Point being, as I write I’m at about 7,000 feet, the temperature is livable, but I have a feeling that if I go any higher I will be out of touch, i.e., no Internet.
No Internet. Cut off. In both directions, incoming and outgoing. Truth is I’ve come to count on the incoming and over the years have not gone for more than a few hours sans-net.
How’s that going to go?
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Next morning. Another spectacular turnout off Route 14a Alt, no more than a mile from last night’s refuge, but probably 1,000 feet higher in elev. I still have the net here, maybe 8,000 feet. I’m hesitating here at the National Park Entrance. Ahead lies the communication vacuum…
(My excuse for tarrying here is to finish this post before ‘Net darkness descends.)
Listening to NPR — after all you must understand your enemy. They are saying the temp in Las Vegas may reach 118 today. Hah! Good. Maybe they’ll all die… My thermo already reads 81 at 8 AM at 8,000 feet. Jesus, how hot must it be down on the prairie, whence I came. (Did you know that ‘from whence I came’ is a redundancy? See, ‘whence’ already contains ‘from’…)
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Still here, haven’t moved. I’m thinking that most of you are uninterested in posts like this, wherein I relate my mundane daily doings. Not only am I getting Unsubscribes but those few of you who have been helping out with $3.25 a month are bailing as well, an average of two per post. Well, shit. Okay, don’t blame you…
At 8,000 feet I can’t embed photos, hence the dearth of them above. I was going to revert back to a Spacex rant, since that lie may be, in the long run at least, the most profound of all of them. But since I can’t embed the images proving fraud, I’ll leave you guys to check out this absurd imagery and, I hope, have something to say about it in comments.
Just what’s the problem here? Let’s hear it!
I’ve fired up the rig and am about to enter the darkness. See you on the other side of the Bighorns…
Allan
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