Monday, April 21
The crew and I leave Bluff on Highway 191 northward. At Blanding I stop for gas and the pump squawks at my credit card, telling me to go inside. This annoys me no end, so I leave. To heck with this place. I’ll get gas in Monticello.
This is my first mistake.
We arrive at Monticello and I’ve forgotten all about gas. I continue driving north with nary a clue. I’m excited to see Canyonlands National Park!
We pull into the second entrance, which goes to Needles Overlook. I park at the information kiosk. No one is around and we’re surrounded by acres and acres of empty grassland. Hmm . . . perfect for the crew to run around loose and get some exercise.
I open up the side door of the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
Bridget squeals and jumps out with Spike tumbling after.
This is my second mistake.
I walk up to the kiosk and study the information and map on the bulletin board. I see on the map that Windwhistle Campground is about six miles up the road. Satisfied that I’ve absorbed what I need to know, I turn to check on the whereabouts of the crew. Okay . . . Bridget is sniffing a cow plop and Spike is . . .
“SPIKE!”
“Oh, no, Spike. Not RED mud. Here we are in the arid grasslands and you find a mud puddle.” He looks up at me with his guilty-as-charged face.
“Spikey, you are too much,” I add, shaking my head and laughing.
I grab a roll of paper towels out of the PTV. “Gee, this mud sticks worse than the last batch you got into,” I remark as I attempt to mop off the mess.
Soon my hands are covered in red, gooey muck.
Oh, this is hopeless. I give up.
“In you go, mud-puppy.”
Holding him at arm’s length, I toss Spike onto the old quilt on the bench seat in the PTV. He can dry off on that and I’ll deal with the mess another day. Bridget jumps in and settles into her bed next to the driver’s seat.
I chuckle as we take off down the road. Gosh, you have to watch that dog every second.
After a few miles the landscape changes. Strange rock formations rise into view like prehistoric creatures.
Looks like Windwhistle is up ahead. I bet this is another cramped campground with small sites. I drive the loop and it is as I expected. And every site is taken.
As I pull out of the campground, I check the gas gauge.
“Oh, noooooo. I forgot to get the gas!” The needle is at less than one-eighth of a tank. How many thousands of miles have I driven and I always made sure I had plenty of gas, and now — when I’m MILES from a station . . . .
I chastise myself as I open up my atlas.
Oh, man, it’s a long way to the overlook. I could find a boondock around here and deal with it tomorrow. No, it will nag at me. Might as well skip the overlook and push all the way to Moab.
If we make it to Moab . . .
Well, I’ll just have to drive all the way back here to see the Needles. Darn, how dumb can I get!
The closer we get to Moab, the more traffic there is.
The drivers are in a frantic hurry. A huge motor home tail-gates us. I give plenty of warning, but it doesn’t back off. I roar off the highway in a cloud of dust, coming to an abrupt stop at Hole N’ the Rock. Thank God for brake controllers.
One glance at the insistent signage and we’re back on the highway again. No, I don’t need a Hole N’ the Rock tee-shirt.
From this point on we pass spectacular red rock formations.
However, it’s not safe to take photos as I drive through this area. Actually, it’s not safe to drive at all through this area! We plummet down winding grades with several tons of steel, aluminum, glass, and what-not pressuring us to go faster, c’mon, c’mon, go faster, go faster . . . because 60 mph downhill isn’t fast enough! Incredible scenery zips past . . . Oh, well . . .
Welcome to Moab!
The gas gauge reads E as we fly into the Conoco station ($3.59 a gallon), dodging vehicles. Then with great fortitude I push our way through busy Moab and squeeze into a parking space at the crowded City Market.
From there we head out of town.
Twelve miles later, I make a left turn onto Mill Canyon Road.
The BLM sign says to camp in designated sites only. There’s one big, parking-lot style camping area before the road goes into the canyon. In order to have internet, I choose the parking lot, find a level spot, and set up camp.
This is, without a doubt, the ugliest camp in the history of “RVSue and her canine crew.”
There are neighbors. It’s hot and there is no shade. I roll out the awning and drop into my camp chair with a glass of tea. Bridget and Spike lie down beside my chair.
I recall advising a reader of my blog, “You don’t need an awning, but there will be times when you’ll be glad you have it.” Hmm . . . This certainly is one of those times. It’s cool under this thing.
From our campsite we can see the mouth of Mill Canyon and Courthouse Rock (5,200 ft.).
The Moab story continues in the next post . . . .
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Guilty!
Am I first? I love the photos.
I just love the way Spike can find mud. He works so hard to get you excited. I feel for you having to camp with what looks like atv’s and big motor homes with generators but you do have a great view of the rocks.
I counted myself fortunate to have a place to camp. Later I found out how very crowded everything is..
First. (That is about all I have right now, hi Sue!)
Beat by one minute. Nice to see you here, Roland, even if you’re not first!
Oh no, Sue. I am so sorry you missed the overlook. Well, it will be there next time you come through. That campground was a ghost town last September.
That’s the way I look at it. The overlook is not going anywhere.
My dog Eddie, a terrier obviously, just jumped into a muddy pond.Just when I thought he was getting through the puppy stage.Don’t forget Hole in the Rock Road on Utah 12.
Terriers are a little crazy. I believe insanity is bred into them. Eddie on The Frazier Show boosted the popularity of terriers, especially Jack Russells.
We just left Moab ourselves today! We were planning to boondock but I read one too many blog posts about how hard it was to find a boondocking spot due to crowds, so I chickened out and made a reservation at a private park. There was a Jeep rally the weekend before we were there, and an old car show this weekend, so we moved on this morning. Curious to hear about the rest of your experience…
You were wise to make a reservation. I’m in a fix because I can barely tolerate campgrounds or private parks if they’re crowded. My area of “personal BLT space” has grown due to frequent boondocking in seclusion.
Not to be insensitive to the anxiety and disappointments you experienced in all you described,really though,this could easily be your funniest post yet!
I just didn’t see any of that coming.Red mud,every pretty or peaceful part of a drive made impossible,gas tank issue forcing you to miss out on great places,then the topper of that nasty “camp site”. I was laughing so hard the pets ran in circles.
Laughing at my/our own struggles has been a huge part of why I enjoy life so much,thanks for adding to that in such a delightful way again 🙂
Hi, weather . . . Some days it’s like I’m driving on three wheels and can’t steer straight! We arrived safely, “none the worse for wear” as the old saying goes. The mud dried and fell off. And so it goes, til the next mud puddle. : )
I am always nervous about running out of gas. This post vicariously raised my stress level! The Spike photos made my day, though. Sorry about the red mud, Sue.
Sorry about the stress, Linda!
I really don’t mind the mud that much. I know the sad day will come when I’d give anything to see Spike lying in mud again.
hahahahahahaahahahaahahahaa! Spikey rules !!!! Hilarious! We spent one night in Moab. The crowds drove me crazy! Not sure if you are in touch with Chinle miller or not, but she knows all the great boondocking spots out there!
Chinle Miller : http://spotted-dog-ranch.blogspot.com/
Hi, Geri. . . The crowds drove me crazy, too! I’m behind in my posts (This post is for last Monday). We’ve already left Moab.
I do believe that we forewarned of the Moab MOBS…..Jeeps, bicycles, big bikes, car shows etc. when we were in Bluff…..so expect NO sympathy from me…..I thought it was a zoo….
Well, you know how it is, Chuck. I had to see for myself.
Postcard photos for sure!
Thanks, Susan. The photos are really poor and don’t show off the fantastic scenery.
Spike….you kill me!
Glad you didn’t run out of gas! How nerve racking…as you probably watched it the entire way. Is the gauge correct? Is it less?
Can’t wait to see Moab!
Yes, the gas situation occupied my mind as I drove to Moab. The gas gauge is correct. There are several miles between Monticello and Moab and with the detour into the park also. I’m getting careless!
Is the gauge correct? Is it less? Is what I think when I start freaking that I’m getting low.
It all worked out! Enjoy your night!
Yes, your first mistake was not going inside to see the clerk in Blanding to get your gas. That was the cheapest place to fill up of the three alternatives. You partially corrected your mistake (unknowingly) by not filling up in Monticello; the most expensive of the three. So your mistake cost you a little extra not nearly as bad as it would have been if you had run out of gas although that would not have been a crisis as long as you were still on US191.
You’re right on all counts, Ed!
We left Moab a little over a week ago. A good place to get water is the Shell Station on the north section of town. The is also a couple of boondocking roads north of town on Dalton Wells Road and Willow Springs Road on the right after you pass the Archview RV Campark. Two great drives (that don’t require 4 wheel drive are Highway 128 just out of Moad on the right to Fisher Towers and along Potash Road until the road starts to get rough. Both are not to be missed drives. Both provide stunning drives and peace and quiet you will enjoy! Hint, only go to City Market late in the evening or very early in the morning. I never took the trailer in tow…. it has got the craziest parking lot I have encountered!
You know what a challenge it was for me to park in that lot! I think that parking lot gave me as much stress as the tailgaters and dwindling gas supply.
This post is for last Monday. Thanks for the hints, but we’ve already left Moab. Readers may appreciate the info though.
I love the guilty picture. I have seen that look hundreds of times over the years. Just wanted to thank you and your readers for the kind words about Darcy.. Be safe.
Hi, Ron,
You have been on my mind, especially since we had an incident that I’ll write about in my next post. Hang in there . . .
Hi Sue….So glad that you had enough fumes left in the tank to make it to the gas station. Whew! Fighting traffic and obnoxious drivers, not getting to slow down or stop to savor the scenery and then having to camp at an open, ugly site with close neighbors had to be very frustrating. I was frustrated for you! Ah, Spike…if there is water and mud he will find it! The mud from his last soak dried and had been brushed out, so he needed another “spa” treatment! At least Bridget just sniffed at the cowpie and did not try to eat it! Always an adventure! The crew’s antics crack me up! I laugh so hard that my pup, Gracie jumps up onto my lap and will give me kisses…wagging her tail like mad! Wishing you a restful, peaceful evening, Sue!
Hi, Denise . . . I can imagine your Gracie. That’s exactly what dogs do when the owner laughs a lot. They want to get in on the fun!
Your comment tickles me because you obviously follow our adventures very closely. Even with all the mistakes and stress, overall it was a good day. When one realizes that a camp is hard to find, a parking lot becomes tolerable.
Sue…I can relate to the dry out and brush out to clean routine for the pups. Gracie is a West Highland White Terrier…she gets a muddy undercarriage and “boots” when it gets rainy/muddy here (Richmond VA). I have red, sandy soil. Gotta love the little terrier breeds….a big dog personality in a small package!
I forgot to ask…The picture that had the Jeep high up on the rock face…was it a prop rigged up there or was there a driver in it?!
The Jeep is a prop. Look at the previous photo of Hole N’ the Rock and you’ll see it at the top. 🙂
I have a love/hate relationship with Moab. I love going there but also love leaving. I try to avoid anything having to do with Jeeps. 2 years ago, as I was leaving Moab I had just passed Hole in the Rock. The road dips down to a small wash and then starts back up. Just about 2 minutes ahead of my arrival a guy pulling a small travel trailer flipped and was sprawled out across the road. Traffic was backed up for miles. Fortunately for me, I was on an on/off-road type motorcycle and was able to get around the carnage and back on my way.
How terrible! I can see that happening easily on that stretch of road. You have a mix of drivers — some who are in a frenzy to get to Moab as fast as possible and other drivers looking this way and that, stunned by the unique scenery on both sides of the road, downhill, winding… bad!
Oops! But then, after the storm comes the daylight! Good times and clean, private camp sites ahead, Sue. God bless.
Oh, yeah! That’s what I want! God bless you, too, Diann.
I am glad you are out of there! Most certainly NOT a RVSue and Crew camp space. I was worrying about the gas situation but realized…can’t be all bad, she was able to post in the blog. Loved that Spike found a place to soak….and the red mud? Looks like Mississippi
Love you
Hi, Pauline,
I couldn’t have designed a worse campsite. It was situated below a small hill from which wind whipped down and over the loose dirt/sand. No trees. No shrubs. No flowers. No privacy. No peace. The only good thing? No fee.
Mississippi mud and Georgia mud, too. I forgot how sticky it is!
Love you lots!
I almost cringed in sympathy reading this post, worrying about running out of gas can sure ruin a scenic trip! Having traveled almost exclusively east of the Mississippi with my RV since I hit the road in the fall of 2012, I never worried much about getting gas when I was towing until my light came on, you’re just never as far away from stations. Then last spring when I drove out to Badlands National Park in western SD I realized how bad it could be to let the gas gauge get too low, there’s just so many fewer places to refuel out west. I’ll keep this nugget of wisdom in mind this fall when I head out to Nevada!
Glad you made it to Moab safely, and good luck getting Spike clean, hehe.
You’re absolutely right, Becky. I used to do the same thing in the East, ride around on E. Can’t do that in the West!
Spike is clean . . . at the moment. 🙂
As you drive east from Tonopah, NV, just a few miles, on US6 there is a very small sign that reads “Next Gas 163 Miles”; that is between Tonopah and Ely, NV. There may be a longer distance between gas stations in the West but I can not remember where.
If I ever drive that road, I’ll try to pay attention. 🙂
High five to Spike! LOL I thought it was a cow puddle at first…thank heavens it was just a mud puddle. Yes, do check your gas gauges while traveling the wide open spaced of the west. I usually check the maps at 1/2 tank mark to see if my route has towns big enough to have a gas station….some don’t.
Hi Rita,
I should’ve filled the tank at Bluff. I find it’s best to take care of everything I can when I first start out… trash, water, dump, propane, gas, groceries (if available). Then I can enjoy the trip without looking for services or having to REMEMBER what I need to do.
UH-OH, HAHAHAHAHAHA, SHIT, OH NO , WHEW, UGH.
That’s how it sounded when I read your posting today!
What a story.
We had the same experience in Moab with the Mob. Luckily we camped pretty far away and only took the car into town.
Waiting for the rest of the story…..
Hi, Bea. . . Clever little synopsis of my post!
Gee, it’s work driving around Moab. I can’t imagine how people live and work there.
That last picture of Spike is absolutely precious. Pure Spike.
Hi, Marsha. . . Try to imagine Bridget standing with mud up her legs and on her belly. You can’t do it! It’s a Spikey thing!
Of course, it’s all Spike’s fault!! (it always is, right?? 😉 )
That’s okay. Spikey doesn’t care!
Glad for all the advice about Moab but now I’m really in a pickle. I was definitely thinking about going there next April. Sounds like from the racers and the gawkers and the mob I’d better figure out another time to go there. Are there any times when Moab isn’t mobbed?? Oh I know, mid summer right? 🙂 Any time a sane person would want to go??
I certainly don’t know. I naively thought I’d beat the crowds by showing up in April.
READERS: Anyone know a good time to go to Moab?
My mom, sister and I went in late March. Good time to go, but make sure the off-roaders aren’t having their convention or rally then!
Unfortunately, the times when there is nobody there are the times when nobody should be there. It gets really hot and miserable. I’ve had good luck in September the last 2 years. Hot during the day, but very nice in the mornings and evenings. Moab can be a shock to your senses after being out in the boonies by yourself. I can’t wait to get back out west so I can hear some quiet!
“Moab can be a shock to your senses after being out in the boonies by yourself.”
That’s the truth, John!
Oh Sue thank you sooooooooooooo much for the good laugh I really needed it tonight!
I work PRN as a patient sitter and had a doozy of an evening, I about gave my Shift super a stroke when I told her I was giving the patients husband a ride home (on the way home 1 block out of my way) she was so worried for my safety and I told her I know these people well and had done it before, it’s one of my “pay it forward” things that I can do. I’ve seen him walking down Prince to get to the hospital in a heat wave during August in the middle of the day just to be with his wife ~ he’s got the patience of Job and is such a gentle soul. They are both on SSDI and he can barely walk. It breaks my heart some days when I deal with some of these people.
LOL @ Spike but I thought you’d know all about the red stuff coming from GA. LOL.
The photos were great as usual and sorry about the Moab thing too bad there were so many people it sound really fabulous.
Thanks again Sue for providing me with a great post – it was just right to lift me up tonight!
Hi, MK. . . You’re welcome.
Once again an example of fear-mongering. “Oh no, you can’t offer him a ride. It’s not safe.”
Good for you for giving the husband a ride. God bless him for his loyalty and love for his wife and bless you, too, for caring enough to help.
Every now and then you need to camp in the really yucky places. It REALLY makes you appreciate the truly awesome boondocking sites. I would have hated to be camped in the parking lot but times like those are when you really appreciate the awning. You don’t use it often but when you do it really makes a difference. You’re in beautiful country so it has to get better.
Good point, Reine. We have moved on from that site and this one is so much better!
I love Spike’s antics. As I was reading I thought sure you were going to say he was rolling in the cow plop! That is what our little Rosie, (also Rat Terrier), probably would have done.
Hi, Paul . . . Rolling in animal crap is Spike’s 2nd choice when it comes to Having Fun With What’s Available.
Go, Rosie, go! 🙂
Oops on forgetting gas. I hope you find a better boondocking site, the area around Moab is awesome, which also makes it POPULAR!
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You have a shout-out because I love reading about all that you do and the help you gave to Rusty and Timber.
Way to go, girl.
I did check your blog. Thank you for including “rvsue and her canine crew” in your list. I’m honored!
I am thinking about changing Arlo’s name to Spike! When I came into the living room this morning I found a roomfull of feathers and bird parts….Arloo had eaten a dove on the leather sofa…..omg..what a mess. It took me forever to clean the mess…then when I sat down on the sofa a feather launched into the air…gotta love terriers that are predators And have a doggy door!What an adventure you had Monday!
Hi, Lee,
Gee, Arlo sounds like Spike on steroids! What a mess that must’ve been. . .
Spike doesn’t catch things. He doesn’t show any evidence of predator instinct other than establishing dominance (which Bridget is not tolerating the way she used to).
When Spike was much younger and his eyesight was keen, I found him lying on the patio wagging his tale at an ant.
I just busted up laughing at the words, “Okay . . . Bridget is sniffing a cow plop and Spike is . . .SPIKE!” Oh, you’re so amusing. I’ve not been to Moab, but, I think it’s a must someday. Gorgeous, indeed! I was sweating about your gas situation and was glad to find you didn’t run out of gas out in the middle of nowhere!
Hi, Gloria,
Maybe this post will keep another RVer from running out of gas. Boy, watching the gas gauge needle sure can ruin one’s sightseeing mood.
You would probably enjoy Moab more that I did. Your RV can camp in those tight campgrounds and scoot around the traffic better than the PTV/BLT.
Oh, I love reading about you guys and your adventures… and in my favourite place ever Moab to boot! 🙂 We always try to hit it in the off season or camp WAY down the scenic byway.
Looking forward to reading more of your adventures.
Hi, Devon,
The gas gauge situation gave us a poor start to the Moab area. How different it would have been if I had boondocked, as I’d intended, on a spur off the road to Needles Overlook!
Thanks for the positive feedback on my blog.
A soak is a soak is a soak. 🙂
With or without mud, it’s all good, says Spike.
Have breakfast at the Diner. Mmmm. When you leave Moab, head north on the main hwy. Before you are even really out of town, take a right on hwy 128. This road goes along the Colorado River all the way to the interstate, just this side of Grand Junction. It is about as pretty a winding drive as there is, in the way of towering sandstone cliffs along a river. There are 7 or 8 campgrounds on the river along the way. It isn’t far to the first one. I don’t know what the cell phone reception is like, but it’s a doggone pretty drive with lots of places for Spike to get a soak.
Oh dear, bobg… Yes, that road takes one on a scenic, riverside ride through spectacular, towering cliffs. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
More about that road in a future post . . 😉
It’s so great to see Spike enjoying himself. At his age, he should have all the pleasure he can get. However, I just or acquainted with that red sticky mud on my trip. We stayed in Santa Rosa NM one night, and when I stepped out of the truck I stepped into red sticky mud. I could barely walk through it without having my crocs sucked off. Even after it dried I have not succeeded in getting it all off my shoes. It is like red cement. I’m sure it makes good adobe homes but it destroys everything else. I bet it felt great to spike, and I doubt he minds having red booties.
Hi, Ginger… I completely agree with you about Spike enjoying his life to the fullest (and dirtiest) at this stage of his life. These are his “retirement” years.
Yeah, so you know about red mud, eh? It makes an awful mess. Keep it out of your laundry. It turns everything dingy.
HA Spike, you guilty little bugger! You make me laugh! It reminds me of my sweet dog Baer, she also did this every chance she got, worse, she was much bigger than Spike.
You seem to be making the best of the ugly campsite situation though. So glad you found gas, and the price was good, it’s rising fast here.I don’t understand how it can be cheaper in the desert.
Take Care
Hi, Diane . . . About the ugly campsite. . . I go inside the BLT and try to forget about it, and I try not to hear the commotion and generators of the neighbors. *sigh*
Maybe the difference in gas price has to do with transport costs? I don’t know. A somewhat related thought — Not paying any rent or mortgage frees me from concerns about things such as the price of gas. When I pay $90 or so at the gas pump, I consider it my rent and that’s darn inexpensive living.
Have a great day in the mountains!
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Dear Sue,
At your prompting,I just read her post. Ordinarily I don’t “stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong”,meaning ,unless someone asks for my advice about their health,I don’t give much.However, I know you care about Rachel and that she is not averse to research if it might improve her health,so here goes-
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Hi Sue,
Oh, yes,the dreaded running out of gas scenario. Nightmares! And Spikey in the mud! I so relate- my golden retriever used to jump in any body of water any size, any where. Thanks for the amusing post. I’ve been reading your blog for a while and enjoying it lots. And I don’t even have an RV! But my brother also writes about RV full timer life and I’m getting ideas . . .
Hi,, Annie . . . I’m delighted to see you here! Watch out . . . these RVing blogs are addictive and they tend to make people sell out, move out, and go RVing!
I must admit, Sue, that is a very ugly campsite for you and the crew! Better head back The Needles.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I saw that photo of Spike. He looked just like a bad little boy with his hand in the cookie jar:) Yuck! Nothing worse than that red clay mud. Spike may never come clean.
Hi, John and Pam . . . Yes, there’s no mistakin’ ugly!
Sure is a good thing the last stretch of road was mostly downhill! Spikey just cracked me up–he had such a satisfied look on his face!
Hi, Dawn . . . About dowhhill. .. . That’s what made me edgy. I didn’t know whether we’d have grades to climb, using more gas. . . .
The crew and I are on the road today. I don’t know if we’ll have internet wherever we end up. 🙂
Glad to hear you’re moving,your little weather where you are forecast said Monday low in the 20’s?!! Stay warm and happy 🙂
Oh phew…………….reached the gas station in time……….I was sure worried. Sorry about the ugly camp…………better ones to come. I am loving Utah!! That naughty Spike!! Cool dude!!
Hi,, Glenda! It’s always a pleasure to see you appear here!
Seeing that cute little Spike, covered in mud, gave me a flashback to a time when my goofy boxer Bailey did the same thing. She loved puddles of water. What i would give to see her mud-caked face again. Thank God that i took so many pictures of my wonderful dogs.
Hi, riley . . . I feel the same way about Spike’s muddy paws. I can’t be mad at him because I’m happy I can see those muddy paws.
When we visited Moab a couple of years ago, it was raining hard. We finally found a site between 2 ginormous MHs. A flash flood was forecast and all we could think was we hoped the Casita could float. Huge waterfalls were coming off the rocks–red water. On another note, we reluctantly left Playa Santispac this am—getting too hot— and started slowly north.
Hi, Kathy and Gil,
One thing you have to admit about traveling and camping… It’s never dull!
Nice to hear from you . . .
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