Thursday, Sept. 13
The day dawned dreary with a bit of leftover rain, so we did some errands in town in the morning. In the afternoon, which was blustery but without precipitation, I went on a 3 hour horse ride up a 7200 ft. mountain which was along the Continental Divide and provided a wonderful vista of this part of Montana.
My horse was a chestnut mare named Rosie, and like most redheads, she had a mind of her own, but we worked it out.
Crock pot chicken dinner was great. The crock pot is perfect for the camper and for being gone all day. In the middle of the night I realized it was very cold in the trailer. I listened for awhile and knew the furnace was not running. I feared the worst, but hoped it was only that I had relied on the one propane tank a bit too long. That was the case, so I have learned that if in doubt, open both tanks at night and all will be well.