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Trip Start Jan 09, 2012
100Trip End Jun 04, 2012
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Where I stayed
Crow Valley Recreation Area Briggsdale
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Crow Valley Campground
The number of birds here is amazing! The songs and cries would irritate a normal person, I imagine, but I really enjoy it all.
Later in the day I took a trail near the western edge of the camp and toward the north. I didn’t see much from the trail, except several cattle in the distance. The trail petered out, so I hiked up onto a bench to the east
Later in the day I visited with a nearby camper, Andrew. He’s from Wisconsin, and is just returning from Arizona. He has a masters degree in Wildlife Biology, but works, on contract, as a bird counter. He had some good stories to tell and taught me about some of the local birds here. There are lots of Western Kingbirds and Orioles, as I’ve mentioned before. One of the rarer birds is the Eastern Screechowl. I looked at it and listened to it’s cry on my phone. It would be great to see one.
After dinner, I just hung out and tolerated the wind. It had died down some until just as I was getting ready to retire. I had taken the awning down earlier and then put it back up. With the wind acting up again, I had to take it down again in the dark. I’m glad that I did.
It stayed warm during the night, but cooled as a system came through. It was 43 when I got up at about six. The wind was present on and off all day and the clouds barely cleared so that I could go out and sit in the sun and read.
Earlier in the day, Andrew knocked at my door. He asked if I’d like to see a perching Night Hawk that he’d spotted. We walked a ways towards the entry and he showed it to me. This hawk is an insect eater. He sat patiently while I shot away. I hope I have a decent shot, since it was well camouflaged where it perched. You’ll share what I got, later.
It’s raining now and has been for the last two hours, but the air is still. I love the sound of it on the roof. The barbecue, the chair and tablecloth are being patiently washed by this natural water. How it will be by tomorrow, I do not know.
It has cooled down into the lower fifties, so I have the genny running and the electric heater doing it’s job. I suppose that if I would change out of my shorts and tank-top and put on some “decent clothes”, that I could turn them both off. But...
I’ll be moving into Wyoming tomorrow to the Curt Gowdy State Park, west of Cheyenne. I hope to get an early start in case the almighty wind of the prairies starts again.
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