Sunday, June 17, 2012

RVing is Always an Adventure

Today was one of those days when even the jello kept melting.

We left Richfield, Utah bright and early with a “plan” to drive less than 200 miles to Bountiful, Utah. The “plan” was to stay overnight at the Elks lodge and then head on to Wyoming the next day. After spending considerable time in route planning so that we could see the most scenery with the easiest drive, we decided to drive up hwy 89 to Bountiful.

 The day started on on a positive note: we saw diesel fuel for $3.53/gal. That was 26 cents/gal cheaper than anywhere else. A great way to start the day. But, as we pulled into the station we had to wait for the motorhome ahead of us to hitch up his toad. Let me be clear, he had already finished fueling his motorhome, and then decided to hitch up the toad while still at the pump. We were happy to see that he headed the opposite direction on the highway as he left.

Howie started off the day's drive, and then I took over after about an hour. The first thing I did was miss the turn to hwy 89, and landed on a rural road complete with slow going tractors and bales of hay spilled across the road. But, it’s an adventure right? So Howie navigated the new route and I negotiated all the hazards, and only 38 miles later we were on I-15 heading north again. By the way for anyone else heading up I-15 to Salt Lake City, there are miles and miles of construction. 

 We switched off driving again and headed for the Elks lodge in Bountiful — not! Couldn’t find the place, so we decided to keep going to Evanston, Wyoming, which was only another 60 or so miles further down the road.

Once again we switched driving which left me to drive the mountain roads with, once again, you guessed it….more construction. It’s good to see our tax dollars at work and I’m sure the next time we come this way we will enjoy all those new roads, but…

So I’m driving and Howie is reading the directions to the Elks Lodge in Evanston. We find the right road and yes, we can see the Elks Lodge. It is right on top of the hill just as the book says it will be. I turn right and start up the hill, which suddenly becomes narrow and gravel. But there was no where to go but up, that is until we ended up here…


The Elks Lodge has closed and the parking lot is now this lovely junk yard. The owner was amused by very nice. He apologized because he hadn’t taken down the Elks sign from the building, and he offered to help us unhitch the car, so we could turn around and drive back down the hill.

So, 300 miles later we ended up at camp Wal-Mart sandwiched between a bunch of big rigs. The perfect ending to a “perfect” day.

This will make a terrific campfire story in a couple of years when we start to make up additional details to enhance it. :-)

North Through Utah

For all our RVing friends this park is located off the I-70 east of the I-15 in Utah.  And, yes, there is RV parking in the lot.  There is also an campground with rv parking but no hookups.  Wouldn't be bad in spring or fall, but it's too hot here now.

We are in Richfield, Utah hanging out at the Elks Lodge, nothing fancy but they do have 50 amp electric, so the air conditioners are humming away keeping ME cool and happy.  Everyone knows Howie loves the heat, so he doesn't care so much about keeping cool.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to drive the 21 miles back to the Fremont Indian State Park, while Howie took in some alone time -- it's the big secret of happy RVing marriages :-)  Besides he has reached the point that all Indian sites look the same to him *sigh*

The museum is small but first rate, and there are several hikes to the many petrogyphs, pictographs and even a couple of pictoglyphs.  Since it was already in the 90s by the time I arrived, I elected to just take in the 1/2 mile paved hike around the visitor center, where there were lots of petroglyphs on the surrounding cliffs.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Zion National Park

So, we are finally on the move.  After leaving Southern California we spent a couple of days visiting Howie's sister in Bullhead City, AZ.  We had a lovely visit with Judy; we only wish it had been just a bit cooler than 103 degrees -- whew! that's warm!.

Next stop, Saint George, Utah.  It has been a few years since we last spent a time here.  Back in the mid 1990s, I spent 6 weeks on an archaeological dig in Hurricane, Utah, which is only a few miles from Saint George.  While on the dig I lived in my RV in Saint George.  The city has grown up a LOT since then.  We tried to find the location of where that archaeological site had been, but the whole area is now just a big housing tract.  It's kind of sad to think that that ancient Indian village is completely covered up with houses, manicured yards and roads -- all evidence of their life is gone. 

We took one day and drove out to Zion National Park.  We have been here before, so this time we decided to just take the 80 minute bus ride around and "do" the visitor's center.

  Typical Sandstone cliff  - Zion National Park

On the way to/from Zion NP we came across this bit of local roadside "art".  I wonder how many more impromptu art projects we'll see in our travels this year.