I’m so tired that what I write might not make any sense. But I want to remember this day, so I will write down what I recall. If I fall asleep, I will dream about what I recall.

Bayshore Lodge just kept bringing back to mind the book I just read, The Boy who Harnessed the Wind. It’s much like Three Cups of Tea although the setting of the first book is Africa, and the setting of the second book is Afghanistan. The authors of both books bring about positive change in the countries that they are writing about.

The Bayshore Lodge had been ransacked and pilfered, there was even an aluminum boat with bullet holes in it in the driveway. How senseless, this wanton act of destruction?

Alys on Silver City Trail

I checked out each of the dozen or so buildings, the tool building, where tools had been stored, being the most interesting to me. I found a grain shovel with a short handle – missing the top handle – that I kept for myself. It works well for scraping and shoveling the manure in the back of the trailer.

I thought about William, the author the Boy who Harnessed the Wind, and how he, after finding and reading books at a local school library, decided to build a windmill, so as to supply his family with electricity. Also, how his efforts, like Greg’s, lead to inspiring book length works.

We left our campsite relatively late, as usual. Right after we pulled out of the driveway, we saw a grizzly bear climbing the hill on the right-hand side of the road. The hair on my neck then stood up because I realized that we were not, as I’d thought, as safe as I’d thought the night before.

We were not far from the Kluane Visitor’s Center. I immediately noticed, on the left-hand wall, upon walking in, photo of a Dall sheep, deader than a door nail, blood oozing out of its nose. The hunter, displaying his wares, was white.

This contradicted the interpretive information, which indicated that the sheep are on the decline. I was told by the interpreter that the sheep are protected under the Native subsistence act, but of course the Natives can hunt them. It’s much like the situation with the whales -- when they are gone, they’re gone. Even Natives are rapacious.

The horses were again a major attraction. A tour bus pulled up and a dozen individuals came over and checked out the horses, who loved the attention.

Then it was on to the old Silver City town site, where we rode up and down a wide gravel road. My hip and back started to give me problems, so I got off Tyra. It occurred to me that if it was really bad, as it had been in the past, I would not have been able to walk or ride out. This didn’t seem to phase Pete, who seemed unaware of the enormity of the situation. Thank Dog, it ceased to bother me, and we made it back to the trailer with me still mounted on Tyra.

NextA: 162. 6/14/24: Day # 9, Heart Bar Ranch: Just Pure Luck