Photos from our trip, some years back, to Devil's Tower when we did our camping in our Astro van with nice pads, sleeping bags, curtains I made, and traveling light. The campground is beyond the Native American encampment as Devil's Tower NM is one of their holy sites.
October 31, Belle Fourche River Campground, Wyoming
Walking the trail around Devil’s Tower, Diana was impressed again by the prayer cloths and tobacco bundles. Even though cold weather had settled into this northern Wyoming site, there was still an encampment of tepees and campers outside the park boundaries. The campground into which she had pulled a day earlier would be closing in the morning. That was fine with her. She was ready to head for warmer weather.
After walking her dogs on the trail through the campground, she fed them, ate a sandwich and opened her computer, signed into the hotspot she had purchased when in Yellowstone to enable her to get online when she was not at an RV park with wireless.
Where to head next? She had been zig-zagging around Wyoming and Montana, what now? The tap at her door surprised her. “Trick or Treat?” a small voice in the costume of a witch asked. She looked beyond the child to her father who was smiling.
“She wanted to do it,” he said, “I told her people here might not remember it’s Halloween.”
Diana smiled. “You’re right, I hadn’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have something. She reached into the bowl on her counter for a bowl that held oranges and apples. “Would one of these do?”
The little girl nodded and took one of the red apples. “Thank you.”
The next tap didn’t have her surprised. She had noticed children staying in the park and wondered but then realized with homeschooling, families had more options than she’d had when raising hers. By the time dark settled in, she’d given away half her fruit but found it rewarding that a little piece of her past had shown up in her present.
The next tap at her door was the father of the first child. “I just wanted to thank you for your kindness. Jessica is my granddaughter.”
“It was nothing.” She hadn’t noticed before but although he looked younger than her, he was a handsome man with smooth features, nice eyes.
“No, it was not. Jess only came to live with me this summer. I bought the coach for her and me, am trying to home school, and take her places she will enjoy. Halloween slipped up on me.”She smiled. “Me too.”