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.”
