Garnerbiker's Journey on planet Earth

This blog started as a trip journal for the summer of 2011 Europe trip of 69 days. My wife Katherine, and I decided to use the entire summer break that teachers get, and go crazy. Everything was new to us. I was surprised at the blog's following. It has now become a tradition to travel on our breaks and blog about it. I write mostly as a journal for myself and students, but also give travel ideas to others that might want to travel like us, or go to the places we have seen. Take a look at what's on here. The experiences that I have had through travel are continuously shaping my life. I recommend you get out there and do it!

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Sunday, October 21, 2018

G MAN Deer Hunt

This was the day!

I was successful on my first mule deer hunt and could not be any happier.  All the planning, work, and struggles really paid off.   The weather was stunning (or terrible depending on your perspective) and the terrain left us speechless. 

Katherine and I did the typical departure of heading up to Ely on Friday evening after a long work week.  The Vegas northbound traffic is always an event on the 1-15.  It is all worth it though, once you are driving through the peaceful and desolate desert roads in route to your camp site.

Alan was able to head up on Friday morning to secure a good camp location.  Alan discovered that there was cell coverage there, which surprised us, so we were in touch throughout the day via text messages.  Where is "there?"  Well, if you can find Ely, Nevada on a map, just go west to the state prison, and then 20 miles north.  Previously, Alan has hunted sage grouse in the area and reported that the trails are in decent shape that it's a "must" to check out for my deer tag.  In our scouting during the summer, we looked in other parts of Unit 121, but Katherine and I had never been to this spot before.  Alan sent a GPS coordinate, and we arrived to camp in the dark having no idea what the surrounding terrain had in store for us.  It was a little weird getting excited to hunt an area that you have never seen in the daylight.

When we arrived around 10 pm, we set up camp and enjoyed a night cap.  We decided there was no reason to get up early since we were planning to hunt 3 days and had no real plan since we had not previously scouted this area.  So,  5:45 am was our "late" wake up time.  

The morning brought us low clouds and fairly cold temps in the lower 40's.  Upon pulling out the binoculars we immediately spotted deer.  Unfortunately, no bucks, but our excitement grew and Katherine and I geared up and went on a search mission.  We headed out to a thinly covered ridge, glassing though out the walk.  It was quiet and still and I felt like every step I took could be heard for miles.  Then came the snow.  It came down light and dry and did not stick to the ground, but made for a surreal view and cold hunters.

At the vista, we saw deer in two directions.  There were spikes, does, and fawns, but no bucks.  We had to keep looking.  We completely a loop and headed back to camp after an hour and a half only to spook up 2 does right by camp.  There were deer everywhere, just not big bucks. 

Me and Katherine at the open area with deer all around.  The snow was gently falling!

Back at camp we warmed up in Alan's tent with the dogs and snacked on some yummy food.  Our plan was to head farther to the north in the trucks and start glassing the big sloping mountainsides.  We were out for a few hours and saw deer everywhere we looked.  Once again, no bucks.  While returning from the out-and-back trip, we came back to our favorite area to glass once again.  I had pretty much given up on bucks in the area when Alan said, "We have one!"  The group of does had a small buck that refused to get up out of the sage brush!  We were on it. 

The mini herd was on the move and were out 300 yards away.  The buck was pretty still and K and I moved in.  We closed in to 160 yards and I put the crosshairs on him with the Bog-Pod tripod holding steady.  I decided not to take the shot.  He was too small.  And, it was only the first day.  It was good practice creeping through the sage to get within a very nice distance for a solid, clean shot.

We went back to the trucks and headed back to the last wide open place to glass.  After about 10 minutes, I noticed a bigger buck out at 500 yards or so.  Was this the one?  I wasn't sure.  It was surely bigger though and just chilling there with 5 to 7 does.  Katherine and I started our push towards them to get a closer look.  She had the great binocs rangefinder and I had the rifle with tripod.  We closed in through the sagebrush.  300, 250, 200..... A close look showed this guy as maybe a 3x3.  Big enough? Yup!  We are on a meat hunt this guy will feed us over the next 6 months or more.  It's on!!!

The range was good.  I had a good position.  But, K and I had to agree on which one I was talking about.  She had her eye on a different back in the group that was much smaller and it took us a few minutes to lock onto the same one. Her mission was to call the last distance and then stay on the buck with binocs if he ran.  My mission; get a good clean shot with a possible follow up.

Both of us decided it was a go.  POW!  The shot rang out.  Alan watched from way back at the truck.  Katherine stayed on the binocs.  I immediately felt the pain of the SCAR .308 report in my left ear and it was in screaming mode.  The buck reared up on his hind legs and then fell down.  The shot went through the shoulder and the top section of the heart.  It was a near instant kill.  Perfect!  Now for the real work.

Katherine stayed on the binocs guiding me with the radio to the site.  When I arrived and I saw him I took a minute to admire his beauty and be grateful for the sustenance he will provide for the next year.  I also felt relief that I had a good, clean shot that did not cause him to suffer.  I thought, "Let's get to work and do a cleaner and better job than before."  We took a few photos to remember the day. 


Katherine headed down once I was on the animal.  Alan drove a little down the trail and prepared to head out.  It was 3:30 pm and the weather was holding tight.  There could be rain, but there was no snow, and no sun.  We had 3 hours until sunset and the temperature was in the mid 40s and dropping.  This was perfect.

Alan's truck is on the middle ridge and the H3 a bit farther back.  That's K in the orange.

Here we are!

To our surprise, Alan had been in contact with another hunting dude from the week before.  Somehow, Casey was in the area and wanted to come help.  So, all of a sudden we had another set of capable hands on this animal.  We made quick and efficient work out of this situation.


You better believe it... we are getting the hide soft tanned.  (There is another 2 year wait!)

The four of us packed everything out in one trip.  We quartered the deer, kept the organs, hide, and head of course.  The coyotes will not get too much tonight.  

Casey, Alan, and me.  No sweating thank goodness.  The weather was perfect.

Heading back to camp.

That's me with K driving the H3 in the back.


Casey and I washed each bag of meat with the water on the back of the truck.  The temps this evening would be right around freezing, so hanging them in the tree would be ideal.  It's a little unnerving while sleeping thinking that every sound is a coyote trying to eat your meat.  We took care of that by "scenting" the area.  It was untouched in the morning.

Packing up tin the morning was a slow process.  It was cold, wet, and we needed coffee.  The meat was taken out of the tree and loaded in the new cooler in the H3.  Once we got it all in there, we headed out.  Well, almost out.

Alan had an area for us to check out with possible sage grouse.  We stopped and shuttled the trucks so we could walk down a beautiful wash with the biggest sagebrush I had ever seen.  Unfortunately, there were no birds, but that didn't matter.  The walk was nice before we started the 5 hour trek home.  

We called ahead to John Mulls Meats in north Las Vegas and were ready to do the drop off to have the meat processed.  There were some guys there collecting samples of deer for study with the state.  There were looking for signs of chronic wasting disease.  We were in good shape, but had to tell them what area we were in and in what type of terrain the deer was taken.  

78 lbs on the rack.  Not bad for a small sized 2x3 muley.

Back at home the next day preparing to enjoy the heart served in the Peruvian Anticuchos style.

Yum!

The trip and hunt was a massive success for sure.  Alan, Katherine, and Casey made for a great time and experience to always be remembered.  Looking at the deer stats in the area, I feel I got a good one and am thankful I waited on that first deer and didn't take the shot.  Now, the fun is getting that giant box of meat from the processor and enjoying it for the months to come.  And... the hunting parties at our house with Alan, and our new pal Casey.  

Last year, Katherine and I didn't have any big game tags.  Luckily Alan was successful with an elk so we had game meat for the year.  We do not eat meat most days, and prefer to not eat factory farmed meat, so our two small sized animals will provide us with more than enough for this entire year.   But, we have one more hunt left.....

Yes, Michael from Washington D.C. will be out here for a November mule deer hunt.  We will spend the weekends over Veteran's Day and the next.  It is in unit 271-272 and will be our most difficult one for sure.  Deer populations are sparse and the terrain is tough to enter.  It will be a blast no matter what. 

Monday, September 3, 2018

Katherine's Pronghorn Success

Katherine made it happen!  The pronghorn hunt of 2018 was a massive success.  We spent a lot of time at the range and scouting.  A special thanks goes out to Alan for assisting with pretty much everything.  As I write this post, the meat is at the processor and the cape and head are at the taxidermist.  Finally, some relief from the stress.

Katherine at the Clark County Shooting Complex.  It's a very nice range 45 minutes north of our house with the option to shoot to 200 yards.

We worked on prone, sitting, kneeling, and standing with both tripod and bipod positions.  You never know what shot you might need when it comes down to it.

Ely Shooting Range.

The hunt started with gear preparation a week out, with both of us continuously going over the checklist.  We finished teaching school on Friday, August 31, and went right to the house.  Everything was staged to be loaded into Alan's truck.  All we had to do is load the freezer packets into the 150 quart cooler and pack our cold food and drinks.  Our plan was to drive all the way to Ely and then set up the hunt camp.  The drive is 5 hours roughly, and put us at camp around 11:00 pm after stopping to get some dinner.  

The final gas station in Ely before we hit camp.

The load of gear.

Once at camp in the dark, we laid out the tents and organized gear for a somewhat early start.  This camp area is one that we really like from the years past, and is just on the outskirt of Goshute Lake.  It's a seasonal lake that only fills ofter long rains and proof that we are in the Great Basin area of central Nevada.  Nothing drains out in rivers, it just pools and then evaporates!  

Here we are getting ready to set out.  The temps were in the mid to lower 40's and we were ready for the hunt!

Now this is how it all went down:  We started out spotting some pronghorn on the north side of the irrigation pivots at Lages Junction about 5 minutes after leaving camp.  We saw them in this same location on scouting trips, and just like that we were on the hunt.  Luckily, they were outside of private property and roaming around in the low sagebrush scrub.  It was a group of ten or so with a dominant male and a few young males surrounded by females.  Katherine and I jumped out at the fence line from the truck and Alan kept driving to hopefully keep their attention on the truck.  Sometimes, they care about the presence of vehicles, and sometimes not.  Katherine and I started the stalk and creep.

I had the range finding binocs and the Bog Pod tripod with a larger pack of supplies while Katherine carried a small camelback and of course, the rifle.  We tried to move in on the herd and position ourselves for a shot.  The big buck looked impressive and we slowly crept towards them, trying to stay as concealed as possible behind patches of sage brush.  The terrain has very gradual undulations and at some points the animals are visually lost, but since they were not focused on us yet, they didn't move.   Trying to get closer we were spotted, but they didn't move.  We set up the tripod with the rifle on it, and I had a range of 250 yards.  This was past our acceptable range this early in the hunt, but I used the call in hopes of bringing them closer.  While calling, the animals mostly stood there looking our way and but did not move from their feeding position.  They never really came closer to the call and we got moved in a bit closer to about 230 yards.  Katherine had a possible shot on the buck, but I called "no go" as I thought it was too risky at that distance without a stable position like prone, and knew we could get even closer.  These pronghorn are smaller that mule deer and elk, so shot placement is a must since it can run faster and farther than anything imaginable.  The last thing we want to do is have a bad shot, and either lose the animal, or ruin some of the meat.  We have way too much respect for these beautiful creatures.

Moments after the "No Go" call, they ran.  "Oh well," we thought and stood up and radioed Alan for a pick up.  

As quick as these guys ran away, we spotted another herd to the west of the pivots.  Our second pursuit now began.  As we started at the group, crawling low and slow we realized something strange.  We were in the exact place I got an elk several years ago.  I mean we were almost on the exact GPS waypoint!  And then, upon glassing the pronghorn from about 800 yards away I saw in the distance a herd of elk.  Wowza!  In the same frame of the binocular glass I was able to see and entire herd of pronghorn AND elk.  "Unbelievable," I thought, and radioed Alan to be sure he was seeing all of this from the truck.  

Katherine and I kept up our slow creep towards the pronghorn in hopes that the elk would draw their attention and we could get within the 200 yard range.  Well, we didn't.  The elk didn't really freak them out and they saw us, and took off.  At this point we had been hunting about 2 hours and I called for a change of plans.  My pants were hot.

The low 40's were gone and the sun was beating down on us.  Dumb me didn't pack my thin pants, so a trip to the camp was in store.  We arrived and I quickly changed, checked gear and food, and prepared to head out again.  The three of us we back in the Power Wagon pulling out of camp when Katherine suddenly yelled, "Pronghorn!  Right there in camp!"

There was a beautiful buck pronghorn 150 yards from camp.  Yes, the same camp that years ago I had elk run right through while we were getting ready in the early morning after a rainstorm.  We jumped out of the truck and quickly set up the bog pod 20 feet from the truck.  I ranged him at 180 yards and Katherine held on target.  He was big enough to take but was shielded by lots of scrub.  If she had a clear shot, I told her to take it.  Unfortunately, he never really presented a clear view.  He stood still broadside many times over a 5 minute period, but always completely behind cover.   He even crossed the trail we drove in on, but Katherine did not have a clear shot.  He then passed to the west and over a berm.  Our foot pursuit began.  

We headed to the southwest from camp dodging between sage and scrub bushes. The dry lake area was pretty much flat and we could easily travel at times, but the buck kept his eyes on us the entire time.  He was 400 yards out at this time and we stopped a few times to re-range him to check out progress.  Then I noticed Katherine grab me by the back of the pants and hunch over.  We had read some accounts and seen some videos on YouTube of people looking like they were 4 legged creatures in thought of confusing the animal.  We gave it a whirl and kept gaining ground on him in our new "animal position."  We closed our distance to 160 yards.

I set up the bog pod, which was already attached to the rail on the rifle, and Katherine took over.  I kept behind her with the binocs and the call.  Katherine had a clear shot, but he was not quite broadside.  I blew it once and he turned straight at us.  Not good.  We waited a minute and he moved a little.  Still not good.  I blew it once more and he looked to our left and it was clear.  I said, "Take it when ready."  POW!

This is where I made some errors.  I was not looking through the glass as he was so close and bounced up.  I said, "We've got a runner!"  In hopes of not losing site of him, I ran to what I thought was the impact zone.  Radioing to Alan to bring gear, he was already in route on foot.  Now, we gotta find this guy.  I failed to log a GPS waypoint of the shot location and a compass heading.  But, I did not see him running in the distance like Katherine had whiffed him and he ran off.  He was here, and somewhere close.  We searched for a while looking for our boot tracks hopefully back to the shot location.  Once we were in the area, we headed to the possible kill site again.  

This is where I began to worry.  Did Katherine just wing it and he's on the loose?  Did K miss totally?  Did the buck jump over a berm and take off?  How far did he actually run?  Is the hunt over?   Katherine said said was sure she got a clean shot, and saw him bound a couple times before he went down.  However, as minutes ticked away doubt began to set in.

Alan and Jäger were upon us and Alan noticed Jäger acting weird.  He said, "he's on it!"  Jäeger found blood and a LOT of it!  200 feet away we found him.  What a relief.  Now the work started.

We set up the shade structure and Alan drove the truck up real close.  This was a little different than the elk hunt in the steep mountains for sure.  We were in the flats and had a much smaller animal.  The beautiful pronghorn was gutted, quartered, and caped in roughly an hour and a half and on ice.

The impact location.  The white hardpan sure contrasts the blood trail.  Kinda creepy.

The blood trail to judge all other blood trails.  I think we got him!

Katherine with her pronghorn.  

K & G

Sorry for the nasty exit pic, but at least it was a great shot.  K had a perfect shot placement, through both lungs and the heart.  Thank goodness he did not have to suffer for more than a few seconds.

The shade structure kept the beating sun off of him as we worked.  

The cleaning went quicker than I expected.  We decided to run back into Ely and drop the meat off at Anderson's Food Town.  We met the owner, Lee, an older gentleman that took care of us.  He and his brother bought this place in 1977, and Lee is still working hard 7 days a week 41 years later.  We hooked the meat inside a chilled container and Lee said he would start on it this Tuesday.  Yay!




After the successful meat drop, we headed back to camp.  We decided to spend another evening in the desert and really take it all in.  We warmed up some elk pasta that Tammy made and retold the days stories.  Wow!  This was for real.

View from camp with some fires to the west.


Katherine happy that we will have about 50 pounds of meat to eat.  We usually only eat meat that our party has hunted ourselves, and we were down to 2 pounds of ground elk.  

That's me digging a splinter out of my hand.

Me and Alan

Jäger loving the sunset.

Me taking an awkward selfie.

Sunrise just before we broke camp to head home.

Gassing up.

The Power Wagon is pretty swanky inside for sure.

We didn't go straight home.  We had to stop at Werner Family Taxidermy in Henderson, Nevada.  Alan helped me do a proper cape cut for a possible mount.  We have only had tanning done with them and now we were interested in a shoulder mount.  Below is a pic of Thomas that came in for the drop off, even though they were closed on Sunday.  He agreed that this was a uniform and symmetrical rack and a true beauty!  We don't have to decide on anything just yet as they have to strip the rest of the hide and properly flesh it.  Then it is tanned and put back over a mold.  This will take 2 years, I am sure, for the entire process.  Remember, K's elk hide took almost 2 years!  

I love the coloring on his snout!




The hairs on the hide are quite strange.  They are hollow!  Pronghorn can efficiently regulate heat in the hottest summers and coldest winters.  And, run super fast.  They are the fastest animal in North America, reaching speeds of 55 for over a half mile.

In closing, I just have to say that this was hunt number 1 of 5 for this season.  Garth and Alan both have pronghorn tags for horns shorter than ears.  I have a mule deer tag in this same area, AND Michael, from D.C. has a mule deer tag in the Mesquite area just north of town.

Good times!

Monday, August 13, 2018

LOMBOK


Today we ate at the Liberty Dive Resort for breakfast as usual, but suddenly, the taxi was there!  Michael was able to hang out until 1:00 PM for his ride back to Denpasar.  Katherine, Tommy, and I quickly threw the rest of out stuff in our bags and headed to the port.  Our ride today would take us off of Bali, across the Lombok Strait, through the Gili Islands, and finally, to the island of Lombok.

Once we arrived on Lombok in the port of Bangsal, we were met by our driver, Dan.  The phrase "Dan the Man" could not fit more perfectly.  This guy could drive!  He was fast and smooth, making good time from the North East side of Lombok all the way to the south central part of the island to the small village of Kuta.  We passed through some beautiful countryside and even up and over a big mountain pass.  Up high in the mountains, we passed through another monkey area.  This time, no passports were taken!

That's me at the port of Bangsal on Lombok.

Watermelons were in season with stands selling them everywhere!  I don't think they are getting the $5 price we have to pay in Las Vegas.  

Please secure your passports!

Once we arrived in Kuta, we were happy to find our homestay, The Lazy Inn.  The Sasak Soul surfing lessons we booked is tied in with this accommodation, and it is nice!  We found our rooms clean and well equipped.  The guy at the front desk took care of us and we just chilled for a little bit.  Mopeds were available, so we headed out to see what's in Kuta.  People with surfboards were everywhere!  There was no sign of heavily built up properties, just small surf bungalows and restaurants.  I had not driven a moped up to this point in the trip, so driving on the left side of the road took some getting used to, not to mention dodging pot holes and dogs on the dirt streets.  

Our place was hooked up!  Nice pool and mopeds.

Lombok traditional food with the local SAMBAL sauce.  ATTENTION*** "Please eat with caution!"

Chicken Sambal.  This meal was about $1.50

NOM NOM NOM!!!

We just chilled out for our first night on Lombok.  The next morning breakfast was at the homestay with amazing fruit and pancakes.  Our "surf crew" arrived promptly at 9:00 am.  We were greeted with the most enthusiastic bunch of individuals ever.  Dan was our driver and Wanwan and Ade sat  in the back playing the tunes.  The drive out to the break was crazy, weaving through farms and dodging animals.  We arrived at the beautiful white sandy beach called Selong Belanak.  Our mission: whitewater pop-ups and balance practice.  We got this! 

Me applying the tribal zinc.  Oh, what I would give for neon colors.

Perfect application Tommy, just perfect. 

The crew after our first session.  There were plenty of beachside restaurants to choose from, and the scenery was truly special.

Much of the coastal countryside on Lombok looked like this.

After surfing and cleaning up, it was time for a nap.  Well, I didn't really nap.  It was more of just a lay there and whine about how bad I hurt from doing 5,000 pop-ups on the surfboard.  I was too tired to head out in Kuta, so Katherine and Tommy headed out on a moped to take in the sunset.  And....

ran out of gas!

You need gas to go go go!

Thankfully, Sandy and Helen, the owners of the surf camp, are super awesome.  Sandy got another guy with a moped to let him borrow his bike to "tow" the disabled moped.  That meant Katherine got on the back of Sandy's moped and Tommy and the other guy got on the moped that was out of petrol.  Sandy and Katherine got behind the other moped and Sandy put his bare foot on the rear peg area and pushed it all the way down a very rutted dirt road to a parking area.  Then he sped off and bought a liter of gas and put it in while Katherine and Tommy went ahead up to the lookout to enjoy the sunset.  What a guy!  

Katherine and Tommy made it to the most perfect sunset location on Lombok.

Another day, we took out two mopeds.  Tommy is a much better rider with Katherine on the back.  When I took her, it was all bad.  I think I almost ditched her a few times.

I think this boat has seen some better days!

The next morning, we were picked up promptly at 8:00 am to head to an intermediate break at Tanjung Ann to try our hand and some green waves.  This time Helen was our driver, and Sandy was there with an Australian couple he had been instructing for the last two weeks.  Katherine almost didn't go, since she had been up all night sick, but decided she would give it a go.  When we arrived the guides could not contain their excitement.  The waves were much bigger and more powerful than they had been for weeks.  Katherine, Tommy, and I were about to go from white water stand up practice to attempting to surf overhead waves on a reef break with current.  Oh, and the waves break 3 times, starting pretty far out, so we had to be taxied out by a boat.  What could possibly go wrong?  Katherine didn't last very long since she was still extremely nauseous.  She attempted to catch a couple waves, wiped out, and exhausted herself on the arduous paddle back out.  She caught a ride back in on a fishing boat and chilled on the beautiful beach.  Tommy and I were gluttons for punishment, and were beaten up over and over again for a couple for hours.  I got about 6 or 7 good rides, but got frustrated choosing some dud waves just to watch 3 beauties immediately after with no one riding them.  Tommy described the day as a perpetual exercise in drowning.  

Tommy at the surf chill spot.  

 Tanjung Aan Beach

Helen and Sandy inspecting the board mounting.

That night we ate, licked our wounds, and tried to get to bed early to have some energy to try it all again the next day.  One interesting thing to mention is that World Cup Soccer is currently taking place.  It is always fun to watch matches with people from all around the world while traveling.  Most of the restaurants in Kuta have giant screens set up to project the matches, and many are offering drink specials to entice the tourists into their establishments.  What surprised me is how interested the Indonesians are in the tournament.  The local people gather in the streets to look in and watch the matches.  Most do not come into the restaurants, since many of the places showing the matches are charging tourist prices.  Sandy has been making bets on all the matches.  So far he has not done very well.  He has lost 2 mopeds and 5 bottles of rum!  The first match of the day comes on at 8:00 or 9:00 pm.  If you are a hard core fan, you will need to stay up all night since the last matches are beginning at 2:00 am.  

Tommy's shirt puts it plain and simple.  This must be easy. 

Day three of our lessons brought us back to Tanjung Aan.  The waves were not quite as big and powerful, but the current was a bit stronger.  Katherine was proud to get 3 real long rides in.  These were her first green waves ever.  If you catch a wave at this break, you ride forever.  Tommy and I do not really want to discuss our day.  I started mine with a broken leash and an AWOL board on my first wave, which caused me to get thrown around and smack my foot on some coral, and then things digressed from there.  I did practice turtle rolling under waves, and was pretty successful and will have to attempt in the future when using long boards.  The last 3 days of surfing kicked our behinds!  At least when we threw in the towel for the day, there was a beautiful beach with cheap, good food at Turtle Warung waiting for us.

"The boys" with a giant plate of nasi campur.  They ate it with their hands, which is quite common in Indonesia.



High season has not started, so we had many places to ourselves.  A World Cup match is starting though, so things pick up through the evening.

All good things must come to an end.  After four days on this beautiful little island, we were heading back to Bali for some more scuba diving, and perhaps some more surfing.  We really enjoyed our short time in Kuta.  I am shocked that big resorts have not invaded this place yet.  It was strange to be on the gorgeous beaches with no commercial development.  Kuta is a very small fishing village, with small hotels and home stays, several warungs, a couple small surf shops and mini marts, and not much else.  I wish we had longer to enjoy the area.  Dan arrived at 9:00 am to drive us all the way back to Bangsal so we could catch our fast boat ferry back to Amed.  We arranged a transport through Liberty Dive Resort to take us to the North West part of the island to the town of Pemuteran.  It was going to be a long day. 


 "Dan the Man" arriving to drive us back to Bangsal.

 Horse cart in Mataram

Market day in Mataram.  Anyone need a goat?

 Tommy and Dan in Bangsal

Back in Bali