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Finally, a respite from the heat!

We hit Vegas on Sunday afternoon around 1pm. By 4pm it was 112 degrees. We didn't even unhook the car, just plugged in the electricity and water, put out the slides and turned on the AC. Rusty didn't want me to cook and he didn't want to eat a salad so he went to the Casino and brought back some food. We ate and passed out early, getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to try and hit the summits before the big heat of the day.

Our next stop was the KOA in Richfield. Not a bad spot and we had clouds and cooler temps in the afternoon. Whisky loves this place because she can hang around outside on the grass. That's where she spent her entire Sunday afternoon. Here's our awesome spot:


We met this couple with two kids who were on their way from Wisconsin to San Louis Obispo as he's working on a grant and it's his time to work for the next nine months on the work they're doing. He's a mathematician but applies it to nature. It was pretty cool talking to them and their kids were so much fun. It made me miss Carlo all the more. They told us about the Limpet Society (http://limpets.org/) and Citizen Scientist. Rusty and I were fascinated. We're going to see if we can find something like that on the east coast - if not, when we head back to California we've got a project!

On Monday we took a road trip in the Fiat to Fish Lake. We've driven through the Fish Lake forest lands the past 31 years visiting family in Colorado but it was the first time seeing Fish Lake. It was really pretty, but more of a fisherman's paradise, although they had a 12,000 year old trail around the lake that the three of us did. We saw a couple of birds that were new to us, we think one was a Strickland's Woodpecker and the other was a Yellow Warbler, although we're not positive. The one thing for sure we saw in Fish Lake were sea gulls - what's up with that?

We saw deer, chipmunks and a pika, and a lot of evidence of beaver, but no actual beaver or beaver dams. Rusty called the area we walked through the beaver training field:




If you look close you can see teeth marks. But not a beaver dam in sight! It was a very small area, maybe only 25 sq ft with fallen trees and everything, but no dams. I kept checking the shoreline but nothing. Nature is weird, huh?

We were extremely happy to be out of the heat and the traffic. Our next stop (tomorrow afternoon) is Grand Junction, Colorado. We're there for eight days, but Rusty does have some family business to take care of. We're hoping to be able to make a couple of side-trips around the area and I have big plans to eat as much green chile as I can get my hands on.

xoxox
Julie

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