After 8 days at our campground, we needed to dump and take on water. (Is this TMI?) Anyway, we drove, correction, I drove the RV 8 miles (it seemed like 50) to Mary’s Lake RV park where we took care of business for a reasonable fee of $7. Now I know this doesn’t sound like a big deal, but you have to understand that I DON’T drive this bus-like thing. When I had my truck and 24-foot 5th wheel, I was quite comfortable driving all over the country. However, Ron’s 30-foot Class A is a whole different thing. I just let him drive while I ride along like the princess I am.
But back to my story. After dumping, we (alright, Ron) parked in the visitor center lot for a few hours and that’s where the ‘Thrill’ came in. Right between the parking lot and golf course were a bunch of cow elk and although previously I was not impressed with the town elk, these had very special bonuses.
I asked the volunteers (who are there to keep idiot tourists from harassing the elk) about the calves and was told the oldest was 1 ½ weeks and the youngest was 3 days.