- Three hundred miles...Stop
- 3 PM....Stop
- I couldn't come up with a third 3, but got lots of suggestions from FB friends: 3 glasses of wine, 3 sheets to the wind (I would be).
|A hazy day along I-15 in Utah|
This was a very long day! We left Ogden, Utah, enduring traffic through Salt Lake City and Provo, in air quality that you could cut with a knife, arriving 370 miles later, at 6:30 PM, in Moab.
|Overlook at San Rafael Swell on I-70|
I was chatting with Donna K recently....about beginning to doubt ourselves as we steer these roads of life, and recounting an incident back in the day when we were parked in a full-hookup site, and in a hurry to get going the next morning. Brains obviously elsewhere, we drove off, and snap went the electric cord, crackle went the sewer hose, and pop went the water line! The mouths of by-standers best described the scene. You will be happy to hear we do not leave our black tank valve open! But we were Newbies then....
|Downhill run..I-70 east|
|Where I thought we were...Nice!|
|Went back the next day for this shot of our ordeal!|
And our eco-travel theory has been blown all to heck! Mid September will be a lot cooler and much less crowded after Labor Day, we think, with kids back in school! And with these high fuel prices folks won't be driving, etc., etc., etc. We don't do reservations... Moab is a zoo, and hot! Everyone that wasn't there is here! All the RV parks are full, the town is booming. I finally found a fleeting Verizon broadband signal and a Passport America Park, the OK RV Park & Canyonlands Stables, and called. They were full but had just, 5 minutes ago, had a cancellation. We get 2 nights! Now what? Contemplate that Third Rule, perhaps...