Sunday, May 14th, 2023, marked the grand finale of our camping extravaganza at the Clark Fork’s Peninsula Dispersed Campground and Recreation Area. Picture this: the sun’s just right, birds are singing, and I’m ready to explore on my trusty e-bike. Destination? Dunn’s Draw.
Now, I’m no rookie to biking adventures, but boy, did Dunn’s Draw have a surprise for me. The trail disappeared like a magician’s rabbit, and there I was, facing a hill steeper than my last energy bill. Up I went, pedaling like a man possessed by the spirit of the Tour de France. But soon, the cruel reality dawned on me – I was out of steam and on top of a hill I didn’t fancy descending.
As if the steep hill wasn’t enough, I found myself on a scree slope. For those uninitiated in hiking lingo, imagine trying to walk on a pile of marbles. Not fun. So, I did what any self-respecting adventurer would do – I called for backup.
Enter Mo, aka Snuggles, my partner in crime and navigation guru. I’m on the phone with her, and she’s like, “Stop, you’re going the wrong way!” But me, being the stubborn mule I am, insisted I knew better. Classic mistake.
Reality hit me harder than the realization that I should’ve packed more snacks. I was lost. Admitting defeat, I let Snuggles guide me. Her voice was the North Star, leading me through the wilderness to the promised land of Superior, Montana.
There she was, our trusty van and Snuggles, my savior, with a look that said, “I told you so.” As I loaded my bike, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the day’s adventure. Lost in Dunn’s Draw, found by love and a bit of stubbornness. What a way to wrap up our camping trip!
And so, as we drove off into the sunset, I thought to myself – sometimes, the best adventures are the ones where you get a little lost, only to be found by the ones who matter most.
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