On Tuesday, June 9 we rode 39 miles to Muncho Lake, Macdonald Campground. We were warned for weeks about Steamboat, but nobody mentioned that Peterson Mountain is even higher with a bigger hill to climb -- plus it was 82 degrees. At the top of Peterson we met a lady who gave us an apple, the only fruit she had with her. We had no healthy food since Fort Nelson. We were planning to pick up things at the gas stations/stores along the way, only to discover that all they sold was candy and chips. The closest thing we had to fruit was chocolate covered raisens.
We saw a moose up to her belly in water and another that ran away before we could get a photo.
We also had our first "near miss" today when a lady decided she had to pass an RV and drove headlong towards Cal, who had to "hit the ditch". The real problem was that there was no ditch, just a narrow strip of gravel before the cliff -- no guardrail. Cal gave the lady the one finger salute, but she didn't seem to even notice.
Our camp was just feet from Muncho Lake and made for wonderful sleeping.