Roz and I kicked around our travel plans on to Yellowstone, torn between traveling up through Idaho and entering the Park via the Western entry or going up through Wyoming and the Tetons, entering the Park at the Southern entrance. Wish we had chosen the latter….to be explained later….
Our route up through Idaho was not especially breathtaking, scenic, but not exactly what we had expected. Lot of alfalfa and potato fields and irrigation canals.
As we neared Idaho Falls we started looking for an overnight location, finding a campgrounds on the banks of the Snake River about 25 miles East of Idaho Falls. Narrow two-lane roads bordered on both sides by irrigation canals with fast flowing water all the way to the campgrounds.
FHU site, on grass, under large cottonwood trees. Beautiful…
We are located at the end of the line next to that LARGE tree…
Snake River, told it was some of the best trout fishing in the country.
Now for the significance the Large Tree played in our stay at this place…
During the middle of the night a brief storm came through as we slept soundly. Suddenly there was a crash on top of the camper, it shaking violently, me jumping up with a scream, knowing we were gonna die right there on the banks of the Snake River…
Looking around with a flashlight for damage Roz points to the ceiling…I then see a large limb about six feet long and a foot in circumference protruding through the roof of the trailer…another had penetrated the refrigerator vent and destroying the unit. Several other limbs had damaged the entry door and awnings. Quite a night.
The next morning I managed to clear the door enough to get outside and assess the events of the preceding night.
Roz and I figured we would be days before being able to become roadworthy. But, with the help of the park owner and a few of his “people” and a couple of chain saws and roll of Duct Tape, we were on the road around 9AM. I had already called my insurance company and they were very little help, telling me to do whatever I had to in order to get on the road and we’ll see you when you get home.. During our remaining trip of several thousand miles and a lot of rain the camper never leaked a drop…Duct Tape, amazing stuff.
The end of this particular part of the saga was the camper was taken to Elkhart, In for repair after getting back to Kentucky, being there for the months of July to September and the tune of almost $13,000. A new roof, door, awnings, refrigerator and various other stuff…but all indications are that the work was done to my satisfaction.
For the time being, onward and upward, to Yellowstone.
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