August 6,
2017
I saw this
big strange dog yesterday. Then I saw it
again today. My humans let me out
without tying me up, so I took a few steps towards the dog. It walked towards me. Ohhh, it is bigger than I thought, so I just
froze. I am a bit of a scaredy cat! I was ready to run inside, but it didn’t seem
mean. It came a little closer. I just watched it. It came and sniffed at me. I just watched it. Then it left and one of its friends wanted to
get closer to me but was scared.
This
morning, we had early coffee outside of Hannah.
The deer that visited us yesterday came by with a friend and a
baby. They were totally intrigued with
Rudy. He just froze and let one of them
come right up to him. She was engrossed
with this new critter. They actually
sniffed noses before she walked away.
Several people in the campground took pictures of the exchange. Our boy… the centerfold!
We then took
a hike up the Fremont River Trail. It is
almost a 3 mile roundtrip to a lookout.
It follows the Fremont River (who would figure that out…) along a narrow
flat trail, then the climb begins. The narrow
trail crawls up along a ledge with stunning views. The roar of the red river below is a soothing
sound. About a mile into the trail, it
veers away from the river, climbing some more to a lookout point. The silence is beautiful as is the
scenery. We were alone on top of the
world. Alas, we headed back down. As we passed one of the many orchards, Spouse
picked some more fruit for the deer.
I love the
trees along the way. There are ponderosa
pines with their twisted limbs like a bristlecone. They thrive in harsh conditions… could my
backyard be harsh enough? And then there
are ancient cottonwoods with enormous and gnarly trunks. The stories they could tell…
We readied
Hannah for her next adventure. We head
west on rt. 24 through the town of Bricknell.
This was a Twilight Zone experience…
in the mile and a half drive through the town, we did not see a single
human, nor a single moving vehicle. It
was as if the town’s occupants had been zapped up to the mothership! The
scenery is beautiful. It is high plains
with farms surrounded by higher plains and mountains. A sheep farm here, a few buffalo there. We turned north onto rte. 72.
We almost
thought that this couldn’t be the right road as it was so small. Once we passed the town of Fremont, there was
no longer a line delineating the middle of the road. We were on our honor. We began to climb up a magnificent plateau
through the FishLake National Forest. It
was magical. It was green and
beautiful. To the west, the plains rose
till they hit the sky. To the east,
there were mountains studded with pine trees and plains scrub. It was wide open and spectacular. It was open range so we did have to stop a
few times for cattle to cross the road.
This is definitely the road less traveled and we loved every moment of
it. Eventually, it turned a bit more
mountainous as we approached I70. This
was a true treasure of a find. This one pegs
the WOW-o-meter!
When rte. 72
ended, we crossed I70 on rte. 10 north. As
beautiful as rte. 72 was, this is… not! On the horizon to the west are dramatic
buttes. To the west, the plains rise and
disappear into the sky. It is gray and
tan and rather boring. We pass through a
few small towns. Thankfully, a farm
would add some green to the landscape. This
kind of pegged the bore-o-meter.
At the town
of Price (no doubt it was named after our friends Vicky and Butch), we had a
gourmet lunch (Taco Bell) then north on 6 to 191 north. Once again, at the start, the road was small,
but it got a bit bigger. We wound though
some buttes, which then turned into piney mountains. The summit is 9,114 feet. We landed in the city of Duchesne (pronounced
‘du-shayne’) in a cute RV park at Lake Starvation. Fortunately, it is quite windy, thus the lake
is not glassed out. I hate missing out
on primo water skiing…
For the last few days, we have not had cell
service, let alone internet. And we
still don’t have internet. I will post
these blogs one of these days…
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