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I camped in the campgrounds at Mammoth Springs for the night. These Elk
wandered about unconcerned on the hills above where I stayed. The campsite
was, once again, somewhat less than desirable, being sandwiched in the switch
back of the road. I had traffic on both sides of me. The camp did have two spots for motorcycles only. The couple camped next to me were from Quebec. They both rode; the man on an old Goldwing and the woman on a new Shadow. They were French speaking but the man had enough broken English that we were able to chat about our adventures on motorcycles. Three dollars bought a nice shower in the Mammoth Springs Lodge. Later, I had an excellent buffalo sirloin steak dinner there. |