Tuesday, September 22
Our first morning at our charming camp along City Creek we discover that we’re camping in the City Creek Camp and Picnic Area. This explains the sturdy, government-issue picnic table and fire ring.
Our campsite is outside the campground “proper.” The crew and I find that the campground is located only a short distance up the road.
One of our favorite walks is through an empty campground.
This is the off-season.
The water spigots have a note tacked on them “Don’t drink. Not tested recently.”
There is no evidence that fees are collected to camp here — no iron ranger, no camp host site. Obviously none are being collected this last part of September.
There’s a vault toilet, a group campsite, and a trailhead. The creek burbles alongside.
The parking pads are suited for smaller rigs, this being an older campground.
After the crew and I walk the campground loop, we continue up the road and find another campsite.
“What’s that over there? Oh, an ampitheater!”
Bridget is hiding from the camera today.
Reggie is in fine form. He jumps up on the benches like any kid would do and walks up and down.
“Stop, Reggie. Let me take your picture!”
The rest of the day I putter around camp.
I rake the long grass to get the sticks and small trash out. This makes a luxuriant bed for the crew. I set up a dishpan of hot water and do some dishes.
Of course, I always find time to relax in my lounger reading my Paperwhite. I finish the 18th volume of the Lord Ramage novels by Dudley Pope. I enjoyed them very much and I’m starting the Hornblower series next!
Wednesday, September 23
Bridget, Reggie and I ride into town. We have everything we need at camp except the drinking water supply will run out soon. Maybe we can find a water spigot in the town of Junction.
Having recently read eighteen books of naval history, I almost shout orders, as I toss the crew into the Perfect Tow Vehicle, “Beat to quarters, crew! Let fall the main and mizen topsails! Two points to larboard! Man the carronades!” Or something like that.
Yay, trash bins!
Okay. You may think it silly to get excited at the discovery of “trash disposal units.”
Well, any full-time boondocker will tell you that finding a place to dump trash is almost as important as finding a source of drinking water. We find a spigot at the town park. Double Yay!
Thursday, September 24
The Tushar Mountains are a patchwork of autumn color! The crew and I take a drive to Circleville, which is only a few miles from Junction. It’s another small town anchored by a little grocery store and a cafe.
A couple miles beyond Circleville we turn onto Birch Creek Road.
It’s a narrow dirt road that goes up into the forest. At the end is a picnic area. We don’t go that far. My interest is in photographing Circleville Mountain.
You probably think I doctored this next photo to make it colorful. Not so!
This is for real!
Circle Valley is bordered all along its western side with mountains colored like this.
After taking these photos, I turn around and we head back to the valley.
Beautiful country, eh?
rvsue
NOTE: Again we’re sitting in the PTV while I put this post together. Bridget is asleep and Reggie is about to go nuts if I don’t take him for a walk soon. He’s been pestering me all the while I tried to write. Hence, the post may be full of errors. In the interest of making the guy happy, I won’t proofread.
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