Up early (not TOO early!), get breakfast, and realize I pulled into the wrong spot in camp. The one I’m in is not marked. Of course, the one I am SUPPOSED to be in IS clearly marked! How did I miss it? Really good question! Oh, well. Off to the office to get it fixed – they moved us in the computer instead of physically – thank you!

The office personnel are extremely helpful and friendly, but it still does not make up for the poor design of the campground, specifically the bathrooms. It’s a HUGE campground, with two “bathroom complexes”. One is attached to the office, same building, but around the side, and that’s ok. And those are actually fairly workable. The problem is the second set of bathrooms. First, they are relatively close to the first set, and this place is HUGE – did I mention that? And the people  that need the bathrooms the most – tenters and cabin dwellers (only the two Deluxe Cabins have bathrooms) – are the furthest away from the bathrooms. Really?

But that’s not the worst of it. This second bathroom complex has 11 little rooms in it. Four are toilet-urinal-sink (we have to be unisex, I guess), and the other seven are toilet-urinal-sink-shower. First things first – ladies, do you REALLY want to be sitting on a toilet with a urinal at your elbow? I’m a guy, and I don’t, so I guess you don’t either. Another problem with at least one of the small ones is that the urinal is in the very corner, not a bad thing in and of itself, except the hand drier (one of the larger type) is on the wall to the left side, and keeps anyone from getting close to the urinal … any guesses what the end result there is, especially if the guest is a bit overweight? Yeah, evidently most guys end up pissing on the floor, because when I went in there, there was a huge wet spot in the corner floor, and the place stank of urine. Great design, guys! Maybe if more guys were hung like Pegasus, they could reel it out that far,  but in the real world, this doesn’t work! Of course, if more guys were hung like Pegasus, women wouldn’t care … but I digress.

Ok, here’s a photo to illustrate my point:

Guys! Ditch the urinal!

Haven’t tried the shower ones yet, but folks – why waste all that space? That means when someone is showering, no one else can use that urinal, or sink, or toilet. Really? Someone thought this was a good idea? Really? Conversely, when someone is using that sink, or toilet, or urinal … you get the idea. Any time someone is using one part of this little room,  75% of it is going unused. Find that architect and revoke their degree!

Ok, rant over. It’s mid-morning and it’s time to ride!

UPDATE: Alright, I’m back, and I’ve gone and showered. So. No urinal in those, GOOD. BUT – any time someone is using the shower, or the sink, or the toilet, the others are not available to anyone else. Great for privacy, and great if you had seven in each corner of the complex, but really, folks, almost 150 sites, and this and the other 3 or 4 showers and toilets is all you’ve got?

Ok, rant REALLY over!

BUT – today we rode! The Zimmerman Trail. No, really! That’s what it’s called, and that is what it was called long before that name made headlines. And no, it has nothing to do with the guy in Florida. Although I do think one of the brothers spent some time out there, it was over a hundred years ago.

Anyway – fun little trail, with a beautiful view of part of Billings:

There was quite the precipice on one side, and sometimes the trail did run quite close to it, but we managed to avoid unscheduled departures. The view was pretty spectacular. Also, there were some added attractions along the way:

Don’t know what kind of car that was, but it was pretty old, so not a recent addition to the landscape. Hope they made it out ok.

Went to lunch after doing the first (West) half – another salad at Wendy’s – then returned to try and find the Eastern half. Not so easy to find access, but finally did, and rode most of that (I think). Cool trail!

Tomorrow? Not riding, I don’t think – have to replace a brake light on the truck, and maybe we’ll go see some pictographs, then go to Little Big Horn in the evening. We’ll see!