Thursday, June 2
The crew and I say goodbye to Devil’s Canyon and shoot north to Monticello.
At Mountain View RV Park I dump the waste tanks for $5. Next I find the post office, park the Perfect Tow Vehicle and Best Little Trailer in a shady spot and dash inside.
I pick up my mail and send off a picture postcard to my aunt in New York state. (Yes, there still are people who send picture postcards!)
“Okay, now we can leave Utah and go to Colorado!”
Route 491 takes us east/southeast across huge, flat fields. Some are bright green with hay, others red-brown, freshly tilled. The crops in this part of western Colorado are hay, wheat, and beans.
Several grain elevators stand like guards as we approach the village of Dove Creek.
I park at the “superette,” give the crew a brief walk-around, and buy half a watermelon.
We turn off of Route 491 at Cahone and travel across six miles of flat cropland.
Gee, this isn’t looking good. What kind of campground is next to hay fields?
All of a sudden the road goes down!
Well, of course! The river flows through a canyon . . . .
This might be nice!
(By the way, my camera lens is not dirty. The center of the photo below shows dust kicked up by a vehicle ahead of us.)
I pull up and park at the self-pay station.
Bridget and Reggie know we have arrived at our new camp and are eager to get out.
“C’mon, let’s go down to the river.”
We drive around the two loops until I find the right one for us.
This campsite might not look like much. However, it has potential!
Great! I don’t have to!
Slowly I back up the Best Little Trailer, easing her left tire into the low spot. I get out and check both levels: front to back, perfect, and side to side, perfect.
I create an outdoor room in the shade of the pine and the shelter.
As I’m setting up, a Black-billed Magpie, flashy in his black and white plumage and with long tail, hops from branch to branch of the pine tree, eyeing us with curiosity.
I set up my laptop and air card on the picnic table.
I hope there’s internet here . . . Yay! 3G and 2 bars! I can live with that!
“Time to celebrate our new camp, crew!”
It’s a warm day but it’s pleasant sitting under this shelter and pine tree. A cool breeze blows.
This is nice. We’ll stay through the weekend . . . .
“Okay, I need to take some photos for the blog.”
I step back for the shot. Bridget stays under the table and Reggie . . . .
“Reggie! Get down from there, baby. You’ve had your chicken!”
Reggie is very interested in this new environment.
What a guy! He’s lovin’ this. . .
Reggie attacks Bite Me, the flea toy. Bridget and I watch the arrival of people with rafts. Vehicle after vehicle comes down the road, hauling rafts on trailers. The rate of their arrival increases until there is a steady stream toward the boat launch area. I count over 50 vehicles in the lot! We can’t hear them because they’re on the other end of the meadow.
A few come to the camping area and set up tents. Apparently they plan to launch in the morning.
“Let’s go see the action on the river! It’s not far, Bridgie. I bet you can walk it okay”
What’s missing in these photos is the marvelous, fresh air coming through the canyon carrying with it the scent of hay touched with pine.
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