And tomorrow we're off to The Land of the Yankee Fork, driving the Custer road. We're staying in Challis, as there is no room at the inns in Stanley.


Compass, Ebbie? I navigate by the stars, using different ones each time so that the others don't feel slighted and give me a rotten horoscope for spite. And, of course, the dogs knew where to go. Why should I invest in a compass when Nature provides?