Monday, May 23 (continued)
In the previous episode of RVSue and her canine crew, the Best Little Trailer is stocked with groceries and the propane tanks are filled in Blanding, Utah. The Perfect Tow Vehicle chugs northward toward Monticello, the next town on Route 191.
About twelve miles before we reach Monticello . . . .
The PTV carries Bridget, Reggie, and me, as well as the BLT, up the paved road less than a mile to the campground entrance.
At the self-pay station I check the fee.
A welcome sign describes the campground.
“Welcome. Devil’s Canyon Campground is located at 7,400 feet among mixed stands of pinon pine, juniper and Ponderosa pine on the southern slope of the Abajo Mountains, also known as the Blue Mountains. A loop to the south contains 16 individual sites and a road to the north hosts 26 individual sites and ends at a self-guided nature trail.”
We cruise through Loop A.
Paved road, concrete under the picnic tables, fire rings, good separation between sites, trees yet sunny. Reserved, reserved, reserved . . . . Well, maybe there are some open sites in Loop B.
Loop B is woodsy — I like it!
Only a few of the sites are reservable. Most are first come-first serve and many are unoccupied. Several have a separate area for the picnic table, grill, and fire ring and all have charm.
I turn on my Verizon air card to check for internet signal.
Wow! 4G with 3 bars! Sweet!
I choose a pull-through site that slopes down to the picnic table.
Before commencing to set up camp, I drive back to the self-pay and insert a check for 3 nights ($15).
“You’re gonna’ love this!” I announce to the crew as I set their squirmy bodies on the ground. Immediately they zigzag across the campsite and into the woods, sniffing as they go. I walk around with them.
It’s like we have our own woods. . . . This is too funny. We only moved about 30 miles today. It’s not even 10 o’clock.
I unhitch the BLT because the site is very un-level, with the tongue much lower than the back. I chock the wheels and level the BLT. I put down the blue mat, and set out a small table and a camp chair.
” Let’s fix a place to relax down by the picnic table.”
Soon we are enjoying the cool air and the piney aroma from the Ponderosa pines.
“Okay, Bridge. Stay right there.”
I bring the camera up and there she goes! Under the picnic table.
I back up and lift the camera to my face and Reggie jumps out of the bed and runs toward me.
I place him in the bed again, back up for the photo, and here he comes, running.
Reggie explores around the picnic table – sitting area.
“Whatcha got there, sweetheart?”
Bridget has never shown any interest in toys. She doesn’t play tug of war. She doesn’t run and fetch. She’ll chew on a chew bone occasionally. That’s about it.
Except for pine cones.
She loves to hold one between her front paws and delicately pick it apart with her teeth.
Devil’s Canyon Campground has camp hosts.
Hmm . . . Camp hosts are good. We could stay through Memorial Day weekend . . . .
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