While exploring near our campsite we discovered this make-shift hut. I couldn't help but think of our lost Susan Powell; so wish her remains could be found so her loved ones could have final peace.
We so enjoyed our two most favorite camping buddies, a roaring fire and a full moon.
Many sights of flowing runoff gave us lots of puddles to drive through (one of my favorite things to do), until the trail to Iron Mine Lake in Soapstone Basin was blocked by snow.
Retirement gifted us leisure weekdays in the beauty of nature instead of a hurried weekend. SUPER!