Bluff, Utah

RAIN. Okay, not this very minute, but for a lot of minutes.

There are a couple of choices for showers in Bluff. One is the Cadillac Ranch RV Park, and the other is the Cottonwood Laundry. 

I bought myself a Utah gazetteer, because ALL THIS STATE IS NOW BELONG TO ME.

What I forgot.

Mike and I agreed: the rain is rare, but it looms large. We retreated to our rigs with snacks and books. I forgot how claustrophobic a little Prius can feel. NAP!!

There was something about this particular campsite in a little box canyon that seemed visually-rich.

I was too late to save him.

There's a lot about Utah that seems visually-rich.

Bears Ears. Stop looking for the apostrophe.

We surrendered to the weather and ran like the wind back to Blanding for hot food and hotter showers. Pro tip: 7-11/Exxon sells the best showers in everywhere.

The real question is where to go next. Question mark. We're thinking at least to lower elevation, which means Bluff, so that the precipitation is at least liquid. Bluff? Key West?

P.S. If you see a duck, wish it a happy birthday!

Bears Ears National Monument, Utah - Bluff edition

I understand there is great controversy over this monument. I'm just here to show you pictures.

I'm sitting at the Bluff Public Library, which most generously leaves its wifi on. It's open twelve hours a week, and this largesse fills in some gaps.

The Bears Ears Education Center stands in support of the National Monument. I stand in support of their kindness, their offer of water, their passion, and free wifi. Also, of  the Monument.

Don't look for an apostrophe in Bears Ears. I know, but just go with it.

Fancypants Mountain

I took off to tour Valley of the Gods, and to discover new lands and new civilizations. Really, to notice campsites I could enjoy at a later time. I had to thumb-war a young dad for a prime spot, but then his 4-year-old, Sophia, jumped me and I surrendered.

I'm hesitant to darn with faint praise by posting my photos of the Valley. Everyone was there - I waved but you didn't see me.

My traveling companion says these are spadefoot. I guess that makes them TOADpoles.

This spring/river is at the southern mouth of the Valley of the Gods route.

The signs warn of wet road impassibility. I'd believe them, but roads here dry out quickly.

I told Mike I was becoming more myself every day. He got alarmed. It's not that scary - it's just me with extra relaxation - like I could ooze out of Spud at any moment.

It's true: if you want to know who a person is, go camping with them. THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.