Our original plan was to stay at West End Campground for a couple of nights. We decided being we have such a nice campsite, and still have things to check out, we would stay a few more nights.
We rode to Glasgow to fuel up the truck and stock up on supplies. Glasgow is a small town. It took about as long to drive there as it did for us to purchase our goods.
After lunch we went back to the Interpretive Center, to walk the Downstream Nature Trail. The 2.3 mile trail weaved around several ponds, went along the beautiful Missouri River, through grassy land, and a beautiful grove of cottonwood trees. We saw 5 deer on our walk that weren't very worried about humans in their neighborhood. We saw a couple of very excited kids catch bream from a fishing pier at the Downstream Campground.
We went by the fishless, fish hatchery. This is the first fish hatchery that we have ever been to that the fish tanks were dry. They were doing some sort of construction work. We walked around a little bit and viewed the fish mounts in the glass cases.
We stopped at the beach area where several people were enjoying this hot, low humidity, day.
We found the buffalo on Big Horn Road. Big Horn Road turned into gravel, so we sat on the road taking pictures from afar.
We headed to Duck Creek Recreation. The asphalt queen turned around again when the road unexpectedly changed from paved to gravel.
We bought a fried chicken dinner at Albertsons today, which covered us for lunch and dinner. At the dinner table, aka picnic table tonight, I insisted Lauren sit beside me so we would both have a view of the lake. And what a view, 2 deer were wading in the water as the geese were flying by, then
7 deer were grazing right across the road from us at their dinner table.
Do you remember a couple of days ago, we mentioned the Camp Host yelling to his buddy it was happy hour? Wellllll, today must have been an exceptional happy hour, away from the cg this time. The camp host's car returned, it took the aforementioned buddy and another happy hour buddy, (one under each shoulder) to haul the camp host to his motorhome.
A sunset stroll around the campground, revealed more deer, including a buck. We must be straight dab in the middle of deer country.
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