Rained out of the Snowcrest Mountains, we dripped through the Big Hole, watching heavy clouds and looking closely at the map. Then, Laura called out -- 'What about Steel Creek?' I had never heard of the place and it was getting late. My main thought -- do we want to drive up there only to find that on a Saturday night the campground is full? Wow -- call that the least useful worry in history. Out of more than a dozen spots, only a lone RVer was in one. The rest of the site was wonderfully empty, noted only by a damp chill and a restive breeze. We set up next to the creek, had tacos for dinner, and played in the forest until it was too dark to see. Oh, and another feature of Steel Creek -- it's free.