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TALES FROM BAXTER PASS
Another end to another long day of mapping and exploring. The sun had gone down hours ago and I was still plotting intersections with my Magellan 4000XL GPS.
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The digital dash clock flipped past 11pm just as I pulled onto the Baxter Pass Road. My plan was to find the ghost town of Dragon and get some photos of it and the road over the pass. For that, I would need some sunshine.
One advantage to having a vehicle large enough to sleep in is you don’t really need a campsite. Any little hideout behind some rocks or nestled into some trees works just fine. I pulled off the main road and followed a two-track to a small ravine between two hills. That would do just fine.
It only took a few minutes to move things around in the back of the Trooper and the bed was made. Since it was a very warm August night, I opened the moon roof before climbing into the sleeping bag
During the night, I was awakened by the nomads of the prairie. In other words ... coyotes. Lots of them. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and stood up through the moon roof. The coyote pack consisted of many dozens and they were running past the truck on both sides. Using a flashlight, I scanned around the truck to see if I could see anything they were after but all I saw was coyotes. Maybe they were after me.
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