I wanted to post a couple of more pictures from my weekend at the late hunting camp. It was really cozy in my 1974 Bell slide in camper as the snow closed in. I could hear the snow coming down and hitting the side of the camper and like I said I was snug as a bug in a rug in there. (and there were probably a few real bugs in there too..) Now the camper is off of the truck in my back yard and covered with a tarp, and my hunting buddies are still up at that camp in the snow.. Wish I was there with them. I might drive back up with the truck for the last day of hunting season, but we will see. If my guitar is ready I might drive back to Montana and spend the night at the cabin on Flathead Lake. I'll sit by the fire and play my guitar as winter closes in. It doesn't get much better than that.Below is a picture of the forest view outside the back door of my camper the next morning as the sun came up. It was really something as I drank my morning coffee. Nabob coffee from Canada BTW...
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You could hear the snow? Must have been really wet and heavy snow then. i love this pic, how the flakes look. But it looks like you're totally on the edge of oblivion here. It's just so black, the night....
The second photo is really beautiful and definitely puts my first comment in its place. LOL
Lovely spot. I can see why you'd never want that to change.
It's always an effort to get there every year, but every year it's worth the effort in one way or another if i only bring back photos.
Very nice. Snow camping requires a truck. We need a truck! I really like those big flakes coming down.
Yes it's been a good old truck, and pulls the boat too.
If you get one don't forget the chains. And I found that I really need all four to keep it on the logging roads when there's snow and you're going down hill. There's just no stopping them at times unless the front wheels are chained too.
Absolutely incredible--the experience you write about the view. I'm not inclined to envy, but you're inspiring some, or at least some deep wishful thinking. :)
Well there's a fine line between having fun and suffering in the winter, but there's nothing like hunkering down in a camper on a snowy night way up in the mountains.
Then in the morning there's that first cup of coffee to greet the day with.
My grandpa always said you can't have brook trout without salt and I say you can't camp without coffee. Well, you can but no thanks.
Where would cooking be without salt?.. It's like my favorite seasoning..
And what were the mormons thinking when they banned coffee.. (?) !
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