Good morning grass
The moose kept feeding long after we grew tired of watching it last night. “It’s mom will be mad at it for staying out so late,” we thought.
We have an easy morning then pack slowly, methodically, as we prepare to ride to the quasi-ghost town of Atlanta, Idaho. After yesterday’s route change, it’ll be there-and-back instead of along the way. But Joel and Jeremy seem interested. We may even have enough gas. But don’t count on it.