August 9,
2017
Psst… Human…
are you awake? I think you are. I am here.
Hear my purr box? Let me rub your
muzzle with my muzzle. Maybe I should
paw at you. There! You are petting me! Now maybe the other human will pet me
too. Let me walk on him. Human…
I am here!
It is
actually a sunny morning. I did a walk,
then we came back, had a good breakfast and readied Hannah for a short
ride. We will be staying at the Canyon
Rim Campground in space 10 – the best space for an rv as it is level, and easy
access, and best of all, it is secluded.
We could probably run our generator forever and not bother a soul. We won’t do that though. It is a woodsy campground right at the top of
the ridge with a 50 step walk to stunning views. A trail runs all along the ridge so I suspect
that will become my morning walks… with bear spray.
Today, we
wanted to explore some of the places we didn’t have time to do yesterday. We headed east, back over the dam and past
the town of Dutch John. There should be
a left turn… where is it? Heck, we are in Wyoming again! We missed the turn. But wait, there is a sign for Brown’s
Park. Let’s do that. We turned onto the road that would take us to
the Jarvie historic site.
Who is
Jarvie you ask? John Jarvie set up an
outpost in the Brown’s Park area. He
built the only store within 70 miles,
ran a post office, started a ferry
across the Green River, and all sorts of stuff like that. This was in the late
1800’s. Now, you may ask what is so
significant about that? Lots of people
did things like that and they don’t have federal park officials maintaining
their old digs. Well, this is where
Butch and Sundance hid out along with a whole lot of other outlaws. This is where big cattle ranchers clashed
with little cattle ranchers. This is where
a lot of the history of the west was written.
The road to
Browns Park is old but paved. It hasn’t
seen a center line in decades. It winds
through a series of stunning valleys with towering mountains surrounding on all
sides. It is green, but sagebrushy. After about 15 miles, the paved road turns
into a red dirt road. As we near the
homestead, the Green River comes into view.
What a setting! We are in the
middle of nowhere and that is just fine.
Although
some of the buildings have been touched up, the arrangement is basically the
same. A beautiful garden is being
grown. The old store has many of the
original items in it including an old safe that had been blown up at one time
and had been laying in the dirt for years.
There is a sears catalog from 1902.
What pretty parlor heaters they had back then! We watched a short video and talked to
Jaimie, the docent who was extremely knowledgeable and interesting in her own
right.
The thunder
growled, the rain started. We finished
our tour and headed back to our original plan.
And the scenery was breathtaking.
The rain stopped. When life gives you a lemon, make lemonade. This was a great lemonade diversion!
Ok, back on
the road. We find the sign for Antelope Flat that we missed going the other
way. There is a campground and a marina
we wanted to check out. I walked to the
water to feel the temperature, and it was quite mild, maybe low 70s. And of course, we have to stop and check out
the antelope. We checked out the Mustang
Ridge area… here is where boaters can beach camp. Ok, enough of other campgrounds and marinas,
done with that.
We found an
access road right below the dam for the Green River. Here is where people put in their rafts and
floats. We took a rocky foot path. At the bottom, there is a trail along the
water. I took it for a wee bit. It is small but I think it may be worth doing
more another day.
It is late, and we haven’t eaten in days. First, a stop at the dam visitor center to watch a couple of videos. Then to dinner at the Red Canyon Lodge where they will cook for us and clean up. Great idea! And it rained… it poured… And what a rainbow… Will we ever get to have a fire at camp?
When we got
back to camp, the sun was out. We gave
Rudy some out time, then we walked a little along the ridge. What a view!
This is the only campground we saw with this type of view. We did get a fire going… but the Mr.
Survivalist and expert fire starter had to use gasoline to get it going. It worked, and who cares, right?
And as I
started to write this, it started raining again…
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