This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
After leaving Redfish Lake, you drive by ranch, after ranch, after ranch. You expect to see the Marlboro Man riding off into the sunset, but lived in Wyoming, and died last year, so the Defender took his place.
