Before my next stop, a surprise leak in the trailer had to be dealt with. Water dripping outside the trailer was what I saw when I reached my brother’s. Darn. I deal with it by draining the water tank and released the pressure from the water system. I grabbed a beer and decided to ignore the problem, I could deal with it later. Later was Sunday.
It was a long day driving from Tooele, Utah to the Farewell Bend campground in Oregon. Four states in one day. I pulled into the campground about a half hour before sunset. The pictures below are a view of the winter camping area. An area with more mature trees was closed for the season.
Not much else to write. It was a good functional spot to spend the night. I was back on the road early the next morning driving home.
Driving towards home I reached Tooele, Utah at 2:00 in the afternoon – too early to stop for the day. It was a pleasant warm 75 degree. When talking to my mother earlier that day, she advised me to stay as long as I could in Utah. Stay, she strongly advised. Seattle had been having terrible weather that would result in a rainfall record for October. I stopped driving home and found a county campground at Tooele that I turned into following my mother’s advice. This would be my last day of the fall season for me, after that it would be winter when I got home.
And it was warm. At 9:00 pm I still had the trailer door open. At 8:00 am when I left it was 69 degrees.
Moab is a bit touristy, but it has the right to be with so much to see in the area. I saw only a few of the local sights, leaving most to see on a return trip. The two sights I saw were the Mill Canyon Dino Tracks and Arches National Park.
North of Moab about 15 miles is the Mill Canyon Dino Track site. There have been lots of tracks uncovered. It amazes me that foot prints made long ago has survived as stone.
“What was the favorite part of your trip?” This was the common question I was asked when I returned to work. I didn’t have an obvious answer which pushed me to ponder. The scenery was gorgeous. The ability to walk in the footsteps of the ancient people was humbling. The geology was mind blowing. But these items were all wisps in the memories dancing in my head. I realized the memories with density, were of the people I met.
Meeting the Wander The West people in the Valley of Gods was wonderful. I’m still thinking about my chat about a 1,700-foot, 36-inch diameter horizontal directional drill run. And meeting Hoyden who later wrote about her trip : “Perhaps that’s what I learned on this trip: to take one step at a time, not to give credence to the future unknowns, and watch for cairns – the markers of where others have gone and suggested a reasonable path.”