It has been quite the eventful week here at camp. In mostly…. The most wonderful of ways.
We started out with some camper difficulties. As mentioned earlier, the fridge wasn’t working so we had some coolers buried in the snow outside to store fridge goods. We never claimed to be experts in the camping world. In fact, when this project first came about both of us would agree, this thing was an alien to us! But we pulled out the old manual and tried to trouble shoot this beast. Took about a hour before I was on the horn with any and every camper place in the state explaining over and over again the series of things that have been going on with the camper. Some I sensed may have had some good points, others seemed stuck in which method we should use to charge our battery pack (lol which wasn’t really a question or concern but whatevs)
Anyway, after a week of tweaking to no prevail the furnace began to act up. When the lights go out at night and until morning we run on battery power only. During the night I was noticing increasingly how the fan seemed to be on constantly & it was freezing inside. So I would get up, reset the furnace until the heat started blowing in. After a few nights of dead batteries at 3am, being up 10 times an hour and temperatures constantly plummeting by the minute I realized we had an issue that would quickly need to be dealt with.
So we (especially me who was holding down the fort during this time) were a little bit worried about the situation. I sat down one afternoon trying to figure out what would cause this. Being in the middle of January we probably wouldn’t want to fuss around with this for too long. Then something awesome happened! After a lengthy conversation with a camper place out of Missoula and just as I was convinced we would be alone on fixing this skirted sanctuary the heavens opened and I heard some incredible words. “You know…there is a place that travels to fix campers”
Sold! The next day a bearded man in a sweet Rubicon jeep hauled down from Missoula to service our home on wheels. He was great. Within 2 hours the furnace & fridge were back in gear. A few inexpensive parts had gone out & a loose wire. So for those of you perma-boondockers who do not have the option of taking their take their rebellious rigs in – There ARE camper repair men! Ah! Life is good. I’m not nearly as nervous about this thing breaking down as I was before these little gems of men popped their little heads up in our world this last week!
So perhaps a little long winded but well worth the appreciation of the situation.
A few weeks ago my sweetheart let me supervise as he hung a bunch of suet balls which we had purchased in hopes of drawing in birds. On our walks we can’t help but notice how many different beautiful species we have around here. Even last summer, the sounds of the birds were unbelievable out here in this valley. It was like a spa cd playing in your ear, so nice. So anyway, I decided to try to get them used to being around, so these suet balls are dangling in the trees surrounding the camper. After a couple weeks with no sign Brandon began to wonder if we had done enough. I said we did, that they would come, but deep down I just kind of hoped!
A few days ago as I was having a coffee at the kitchen table (which is a slide out so it’s surrounded by windows) I began to hear the most incredible bird sounds. I looked out the window and watched dozens of new friends totally freak out over the seeds hanging in the trees. I was all smiles sitting here with the dogs and couldn’t wait to introduce Brandon to our new friends. Basin was pretty excited too and Kaycee just wanted to have a thanksgiving I think. The little guys scrambled here and there in a symphony of chaos. Brandon now calls me the bird lady which I think he, for some reason, finds incredibly amusing.
Had another new wildlife encounter this week that was rather beautiful (some would disagree). On a warm brisk morning after I turned the dogs out for a while I was inside the camper & exercising - sweating profusely. So I had opened the door. The cool temperatures blowing in felt great. I noticed Basin was acting weird, like he acts when he sees a predator. He sat there in full alert squeaking his nervous but “can’t stay quiet” mini-Basin alarms. So I walk out to him and look up the valley. I didn’t see a thing but when I crouched down to Basins level and looked I watched a red coat walking through a cluster of trees which are about 100’ from the camper. At first I thought it was a fox but as it calmly walked up the far part of the driveway I was able to see its tremendous size and BEAUTIFUL red coat. It looked like a red Alaskan Malamute. It was calm, I was calm, Kaycee was oblivious and focused on finding food, Basin was a nervous wreck. Anyway, it sat for a moment so I tried to move a little closer (but still did not stray far from the front door) as it it calmly trotted away.
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A lot of people out west are fairly outraged by the wolf population. They kill their livestock; take out the elk, etc. Personally, I think hunters over hunt the elk population more than the wolves feed on it and that humans are the ones to blame. But that’s another day. It was my first encounter with a wolf and was simply amazing. Nature is beginning to accept us out here. Momma and baby moose poked around the front yard and sniffed the dogs dishes as well this week. The wild in the area are accepting us as non-threats and we are beginning to really reap the peace and solace that comes from truly getting away from the fog, drama and regular hustle and bustle of average everyday life.
We have enjoyed making time to do one of our favorite things: snowboarding! For the past couple of weeks we have really been focusing on taking time for “us” instead of focusing on lesser priorities all of the time. It has been wonderful and there have been many smiles! Last winter we did quite a bit of traveling for snowboarding but with the camper we are more home bound than normal. However, we have a great ski mountain within 10 minutes where we have had great times getting back into shape for the season and semi-bracing ourselves for the awesome time on the slopes in Colorado coming up.
Had over a foot of new powder this week so we were up there a couple days ago. Brandon was weaving through the trees as I stayed on the side of the run. I looked over to see him flying mach 2 into a tree. After he fell from hitting the tree he looks up with this enormous smile (like he does when something happens to him that would usually put an average person in the hospital). So I stop and am speechless, this was a big tree & it made a lot of noise! I know to ignore Brandons cheesy smile while I inspect him for injuries and/or concussions. He seemed fine and denied all together that this collision caused any pain in any way. Luckily for him the tree was dead and mostly rotted. When he moved away the sucker fell over. Moral of the story: If you have to hit a tree make it a dead one. If you’ve got that daredevil, thrill seeker loved one diving through the trees on the side of a double black diamond on the slopes, make him wear a helmet! (Which fortunately he agrees to do now)
And folks. That just might be the longest post yet. So if you are still reading – thanks for sticking with me. Sometimes I wish I could record moments out here and send them to all of you. This one of the next best things I suppose.
I hope everyone has a great week & is doing well.
Sincerely, from a camper in the mountains of Montana,
The Bird Lady & Brandon
| This is me trying to climb on 4' of powder to that tree per his request. It was tough! LOL |
| On the side of a steep mountain on my bum |
| Brandon having a red bull growing his wings in the lodge |

