Sunday, May 11
It’s 6:40 when the crew and I step outside the Best Little Trailer for the morning potty break. All the camps of our kayak neighbors are quiet.
“Looks like we’re the only ones up,” I say to the wind. Bridget and Spike do their business.
“Hurry up, guys! It’s freezing out here!”
I toss Bridget and Spike back into the BLT. Not that they can’t jump through the door. It’s faster to pitch them inside. The wind blows damp air off the Green River and it chills to the bone.
We don’t go outside again until 10 o’clock.
“Well, well, well. Everybody’s packed up and left. What a shame.” Heh-heh. I love an empty campground.
Not that it makes any difference. We stay inside all day long to keep warm.
Monday, May 12
I pull back the curtain. “Hey, poopies! I see blue sky! Let’s go somewhere.”
Bridget and Spike peek out from the bed covers. “C’mon. We gotta’ get outta’ here. We’re turning into a bunch of bedbugs!”
I trot out to the Perfect Tow Vehicle, start up the engine, and turn on the heater.
A few minutes later we pull out of Lower Gray Canyon Campground, leaving the BLT behind. In town I top off the gas tank at the truck stop ($3.63 a gal.) and stop at Subway for a turkey sandwich. This will make a nice picnic lunch. The crew gets the turkey. I get the lettuce and tomato. Oh well . . .
We roll onto Interstate 70 and shoot west.
Frontage Road backtracks along the interstate and then becomes Cottonwood Road. Why it’s called Cottonwood, I don’t know. It should be called Juniper Road. Patches of snow lie on the ground between the junipers and sage, and on the higher regions of rocks. A distant mountain range is white with snow.
A fifth wheel sits near this hill (below) to the right of the photo. This is BLM public land.
Besides a scenic drive, this excursion is to see if I want to bring the BLT out here to camp a few days. We cross meadows dotted with junipers.
Imagine the photo below extended 15 times wider and you’ll have an idea what is seen from this road.
“How about a little break?”
Evidence lies on the ground. Bridget and Spike have a quick walk-around and a drink, and we’re back on the road!
It’s good to be out and about under a blue sky after two days of cold, wind, and rain!
We should arrive at the campground soon. Here comes a camper. . .
A small camping fee is charged, something like $6 regular/$3 with senior pass. I can’t remember exactly, but I know it’s not much. In the photo below you can gain an idea of the height of the rocks by looking for the bridge (left center) and for the white camper among the trees in the center.
I advise entering from Castle Dale, rather than the way the crew and I came from the south. I read on the RV.net forum that it’s easier that way.
It’s lovely, but we’re not going to camp here. It would be too arduous a journey to haul the BLT from Green River. I doubt there’s any cell phone or internet signal.
I stop at an empty site.
This is a nice spot for our lunch. Bridget waits patiently while Spike scouts the perimeter and I take this photo. That’s the sandwich in front of her. (She hates that I’m taking this picture.)
“Are you both ready?”
NOTE: In the next post the crew and I continue our excursion, riding through Buckhorn Draw to view a pictograph panel!
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