Tuesday, September 30 (continued)
First thing this morning I blog about the latest chapter of Rusty’s and Timber’s story and then pack us up for the road. I want most of our travel today to take place in the morning. The storms of the last week seem to have moved on, but another spate of rain and wind may approach the area by this afternoon.
Route 191 west to Roosevelt and Duchesne is an easy drive.
I stop at Al’s Food Market in Duchesne to pick up a few supplies I forgot to buy when at the Wal-Mart in Vernal. First I put Bridget in her black harness and walk her around the grassy area next to the store. As I’m putting her inside the Perfect Tow Vehicle, a man of retirement age comes along.
“Hi!” he says with a broad smile. “I saw you stop here and had to come over. You have a beautiful set-up here,” he comments, looking over the Best Little Trailer and the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
A conversation ensues about the solar panel, batteries, small fiberglass trailers, and so forth. I’m accustomed to this. People stop me often to admire my rig and to ask questions. I’m always happy for a chance to show off!
The next leg of today’s journey is the stretch of Route 191 between Duchesne and Price.
We followed this road for miles uphill on our trip north last spring. You may remember my choice words from that time:
“What the HELL am I doing on this damn road!”
Going south on Route 191 isn’t as grueling as the miles of uphill climb in the other direction. Nevertheless, two lanes of winding, downhill road around canyon rock behind a tanker truck becomes tedious. I’m relieved when we go through Helper, followed by Price. I turn south onto Route 10.
It’s a straight shot across desert to Huntington State Park.
As you know, I rarely camp in state parks. One reason is the availability of numerous, free boondocks. The other reason is to avoid crowds. Therefore, I’m delighted to find Huntington State Park nearly empty!
The large campground has only five campers in it.
Four of them are bunched together over in the full hook-up area. That leaves one other camper among all the no-hook-up sites along the reservoir.
I choose a site between the reservoir’s shore and the shower house.
Bridget scampers across the lawn and rolls onto her back in the soft grass. She kicks her legs skyward as she squiggles.
“Isn’t this great, Bridge?”
I take a seat at the picnic table and unwrap lunch. The salad from Al’s Food Market’s deli is delicious: bowtie pasta and grape tomatoes mixed with shredded cheeses, feta cheese, and olive oil.
We relax under the cottonwood tree.
Boy, this is the time of year to camp in a state park. The place is practically deserted! And for $16 we have a nice site with a great view, hot showers, water available, a dump station, although I already took care of that . . . .
The view from our campsite at Huntington State Park . . . . More rain clouds?
I leave Bridget inside the BLT, grab my shower tote out of the PTV, and hurry over to the shower house.
Later we walk around the campground loop and explore some of the shoreline of Huntington Reservoir.
I read in bed with Bridget lying beside me, snoring under the covers. We both sleep well.
Wednesday, October 1
“What? More rain?”
As soon as it stops, I run outside to catch the early light showcasing the mountains across the reservoir.
I zoom in on the mountain that looks like a delicious pastry with whipped cream and sprinkles. (Here I go with more food references. But, gee, it looks good enough to eat!)
Bridget and I leave Huntington State Park this morning.
We’re rested, refreshed, and ready to move on down the highway to our next camp!
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NOTE: “Aaaacccckkk! Hard freeze warning for early morning hours in Utah!”
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