Awaking to 32 degrees yesterday, sucked. Waking to 24 degrees today royally sucked. As I reeled in the slide, a large chunk of something fell on the outside and crashed. I thought it was a sheet of ice, Jim thought it was something horrific like, I dunno, 3 nuns and a baby falling down. Upon investigation, he called me outside…. brrrrrrr, and with camera in hand, I snapped a photo of the great plate of ice that had met its demise on the ground below. We worked quickly to get on the road at a decent hour. We were so proud of ourselves. BUT THEN, the jacks wouldn’t register as being retracted. It was time to add some more ATF to the reservoir. (Remember, they leak). I have to update you to the fact that a week or so ago, we bought an oil can of sorts to reach up into the fender and squirt the fluid into the reservoir since a funnel won’t even reach it. Where was I? Oh, so Jim squirts it up in there but he needs more. He can’t get the cap off the oiler. I grab one end, he twists the other. The damn thing won’t budge. Too cold? Jim uses a cut up plastic cup to get it in, or messily get it in there. Finally! 45 minutes later, it worked. Now we can hit the road. Onward to Casper, Wyoming again.
ยตPictured above is the Buffalo Bill Dam in Wyoming.
We drove through the same area again. Boysen State Park, Wind River Canyon, Thermopolis, etc. It was a pleasure driving the same route because it’s so pretty. We arrived at the same campground as the last time and even the same site number.
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