GLORIOUS MOUNTAINS

We packed up BJ, our RV, placed the newly charged batteries into their compartments and headed off for Soap Stone Basin for the weekend.
After finding the camp spot by the stream that we love I scouted for my dandelions. I was so disappointed to only find two that had gone to seed.

But the joy of all the sunflowers at sunset whisked away my sorrow.

We ate our grilled burger and sat in the twilight beside a reverent fire. This Haiku came crawling into my mind:
Brook babbles behind
us, while quiet Douglas Fir fire
lights dark moonless night.
Batteries working, we turned out the lights for the night.
Excitement of the morning having battery to pump coffee/mocha water was drenched. No power.
Another trip with jumper cables, something is terribly amiss. My Joe has done everything possible
even bought a new charger, still . . .
I put our drinks in the brook, made our famous tuna sandwiches and silverhelmets headed for the trails.

Dandelions, finally, oh glorious day . . . All is right with the world.

Joe offered OFF spray to a young father and his twin boys who arrived at our lunch spot, Iron Mine Lake, to fish. A peaceful day in the woods.