So after the fright night last night, I woke up in my Georgie Boy freezing, with the sun just coming up. As you can see the frost was still on the ground purposely reminding me of my travels through the snow storm the night before.
I made it a point to figure out this heating system before I left and little did I know that it only runs off of my propane tank. So just like my water heater, the heating in my RV was a simple flick of the switch. But hey, you live and learn, that’s the best way. I froze and I learned from it and I also learned not to try to make a trip up to the Grand Canyon in April.
So after taking a shower, which is a careful task when you are dry camping. You have to remember I only have a 40 gallon water tank and I have to make it last a week. So when I showered, I would rinse myself down, turn off the water, lather up and then rinse off. I hope you are all visualizing this because I am… and it is so sexy… So after taking a shower and learning how to use the water heater, to my surprise when I went outside, all of the frost was already gone.
It was still a little chilly out but it warmed up a ton in just a couple of hours. So, now it was time to hit the road again. I decided not to veer off my route anymore, my mission is to get home and I will stop and see anything along my path but no more dangerous, costly detours.
It was then I realized I ended up back in Ferdonia, Arizona. All this time I thought I was in Utah and I was right back in Arizona. Traveling can be very confusing and I should have known that most of the Grand Canyon is in Arizona. So anyway, I made my way back to Utah but right as I was entering, I decided to break my new rule and veer off a little. But this time it wasn’t 5 hours out of my way but only 20 minutes. How do you pass up a chance to see coral pink sand dunes?
Well… the 20 minute drive was well worth it! These dunes were magnificent. I couldn’t help but take pictures of the foot prints in the sand. They just looked so beautiful, seeing these small lines of foot prints making their mark in such a massive natural phenomenon. I won’t bore you with the details but I have pasted some information from the actual park below.
Then of course I couldn’t resist taking a picture of my own foot print in the sand.
To think how many foot prints have been made in this sand. Just like life on earth, we make a foot print that soon will vanish. We are like a fart that lingers for a few seconds and fades away to never be smelled again. So beautiful…
So I make my way through Kabab, Utah and through Panguitch. After a couple of hours of driving I notice this bright green water to my right. It looked like the ocean but there is no way I would see ocean around here. So of course I had to stop and check it out.
No salt in these waters folks! Actually it’s a reservoir but the colors are nothing like the lakes I have seen. These pictures do it no justice. It looked like something out of a Disney movie, it was so beautiful. If it was warmer I would have jumped in.
Here’s another stop I made in Ferron, Utah. It was a nice appetizer for what I will be seeing at the Grand Canyon later on in the year… if I ever get there. Just as I was enjoying a great day with decent weather, I see some dark clouds up ahead. I tell you I was praying because before those dark clouds I saw this.
I was beginning to belive I had taken the wrong route for this time of year. But it’s either dealing with bad weather or taking the southern route and dealing with stubborn, asshole cops. I took the bad weather and still think it was the right decision. Especially considering I like to smoke pot.
Well, I got lucky… kind of… it suddenly started to rain. Nothing crazy or rough, definitely nothing compared to the night before. But then suddenly my windshield wipers stop working. So now that easy, simple rain had turned into a nightmare because it is hard to see out of my windshield. So I find a place to pull over. I check my fuses and try to fix the issue but I can’t figure it out. So now my travels have been cut short and I have to look for somewhere to camp.
Luckily the rain stopped and I was able to drive a little longer but I didn’t want to test my luck, so I stopped at the first place I could find. It ain’t pretty but it definitely did the job. I figured I would drive to a mechanic in the morning, weather permitting.
So next to some sketchy looking rail road tracks, I hunkered in for the evening. Little did I know that I was already in Rifle, Colorado. I went to sleep to the pitter patter of rain drops sprinkling on my roof. I slowly went to sleep praying for decent weather so I could continue my trip the next day. With no wipers, I had a new problem to solve… a problem that could possible delay my trip for a few days.