Full Circle

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You like the pictures above? Yeah? OK, I’ll tell you more about these in a few minutes. But, first, let me catch you up to date. You know that we got to Chicago and were not able to do what we had planned. So, we cut our stay in the area short and got ready to head East and South.

We knew that we would have some traffic to contend with in such a large city, but we didn’t expect this. It seems that all the people within a hundred miles jumped on the Freeway in front of us. It was stop-and-go. You know how it is, move a car length then stop, then get up to five miles an hour, then stop again. Now this would not be so bad if it were only a few miles, but 40 miles? The thing that really rubs you the wrong way is that you have to pay for the privilege. Yep, it’s a toll road on I-90, not to mention the high cost of fuel.

The first toll sign indicated that the fee for a car is 80 cents. Now, did we pay 80 cents? Not on you life. We were privileged to pay $2.25. OK, if we can get through here for that amount, not too bad. However, we crept up on another toll booth. Another $2.25. We have to pay a higher toll because of the number of axles we have. We have four axles. Now, we are surely finished with the toll having paid $4.50. NOT!

Have you ever been lost in Chicago? The Interstate system through Chicago has a lot of twists and turns. Sometimes there is a ramp right, then sometimes its left. It is difficult to know before hand which way to go to remain on the same route. Naturally, if you are in the left lane, you need to go right, and if you are in the right lane, the next one is left.

We were in one of those “left” lanes when we needed to go right. We saw the turn too late and had to continue onto an exit. We were headed for the downtown streets of Chicago. We couldn’t backup. We couldn’t turn around. We had to continue on. Can you image what it would be like trying to negotiate city streets in rush hour with a 39 foot trailer on a 22 foot truck?

We needed a quick solution to find our way back onto the Interstate, going the right way. Wendy to the rescue! You remember “Wendy” our GPS voice. As we rolled down the exit ramp, Wendy recalculated a new route to get us back where we belonged. She told us to go to the corner, make a left turn, and then another immediate left which would lead us back. A piece of cake. “Now, Everett, pay attention what you are doing.” No, Wendy didn’t say that, it was the little voice in my head. We continued on.

We approached the bridge crossing the Ohio River to Indiana called Sky Way Bridge. Guess what? Another tool booth. We had to pay to not get our feet wet. Not $2.25, not $4.50. No, it cost us $10.10, just to cross the bridge. The other side is Indiana. Ok, that is the last of donations to the city of Chicago, or the State of Illinois, or whomever gets the money. Are you ready for the next surprise?

We knew that Indiana also had a toll road (also I-90) and we were reconciled to the fact that we had to pay more toll. Very soon after crossing the river, we found the toll booth. $3.25 this time. How far is this going to take us, you ask? In about a quarter mile we came upon a “Detour” sign, sending us off the toll road onto a local road. We paid for using the toll road, but were denied its use. For 15 miles we detoured until we hit I-65 going south. No more toll. Truly, no more tolls. Three cheers! We bounced our way to Indianapolis on very, very rough roads. Speaking of “shake, rattle and roll,” we did.

Due to my little back problem, considering that I could only walk with pain, we cut our time in Indianapolis short and headed on to Clarksville, Indiana, area where we used to live. We enjoyed visits with friends, but took no “walking tours, ” except in and out of restaurants. We spent three days there then headed for Tennessee.

Clarksville is just across the river from Louisville, Kentucky. We crossed the bridge Saturday morning into Kentucky. We hadn’t gone far until we ran into stopped traffic on the Interstate. Three lanes of traffic setting still. We speculated as to what may be the cause when two ambulances went by going the opposite direction, toward the hospital. We assumed then that there had been an accident. We sat, then crept a few feet, and sat again. We were doing the 40 minute mile. It took us that long to get that far. Indeed, there had been what looked liked a horrific accident between two cars.

We are in Tennessee now. It is Sunday, May 18. I have an appointment with the doctor on Monday to see if we can figure out why I can only walk bent over with my nose level with my belt buckle. Funny thing, this back problem, I can sit and drive without pain, but I can’t walk ten feet without pain chewing up my hip and leg. Enough about this.

Oh, yes, the pictures. I had almost forgotten. We had a lot of time in Gila Bend, Arizona so I decided to get creative and produce some art work with fruits and vegetables. Not! I actually got these from the internet, or someone sent them to me, or some such. Someone was very creative. I’m sure you can tell what the art is suppose to represent. I thought I would just throw them at you to enjoy since I had not taken any photos on this leg of the trip.

An important note: Since our rig will be at the dealers being worked on (just old things that were not completed last Summer), we are going to be away without the RV for a couple weeks visiting family. So, I will not be writing the blog again until we re-unite with our fifth-wheel. We have reached full-circle. Twelve months on the road. I will give you more reflection in about two weeks. Keep checking. I will be back.

Stop and Go

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Here I sit, writing. It is raining. Why are we here? I’ll tell you in a moment, but first, let’s catch up from last week.

When I last wrote, we were “rocking and rolling” in our trailer being buffeted by 50 mile per hour winds. The winds became so strong that we considered leaving the trailer and going to hide in the campground Laundry Room or Restroom. We didn’t. We stuck it out and the winds diminished by bedtime. We had the whole RV Park to ourselves, or so we thought. The next morning we found that another brave soul had wandered into the campground for the night. We didn’t wait around for more weather. We left for Sioux Falls.

On Sunday, May 3rd, we checked in the Yogi Bear Campground on the East side of Sioux Falls. The Park was nice enough, but the space was a little short to fit both the trailer and the truck without infringing on the grass. Walking around the campground, we ran into our neighbors to the side of us and struck up a conversation. It was a doctor with his family; wife and four daughters. It turns out that he was an anesthetist who had a unique way of explaining his job. He said, “I get paid to pass gas.” OooooKay!! We won’t go any farther with that.

We spent two nights at that campground. We looked around the city a little, picked up some needed items for our meals, and generally just took a rest. Not a whole lot to see during this time of year. We left on Monday (May 5) for Minnesota farther down I-90, working our way back East.

We found a campground in Oronoco, Minnesota, just six miles north of Rochester called Tilley‘s RV Resort. When we pulled in no one was in the office. We found us a nice long campsite and settled in. Later, I went back to the office. Still no one was there. Another gentleman was also looking for the Manager, Owner, whoever. As I was talking to this gentleman, the owner showed. I told him where I had setup. He said, “Fine. How long are you staying?”
“Two nights.

“OK, why don’t I just catch you tomorrow.”

“OK!” I left. I guess he was too busy with something else.

We drove into Rochester to find a Mexican restaurant. Carolyn was in the mood for Mexican. We found one not too far away called Carlos O’Kelly’s. Now I ask you, “What kind of name is that for a Mexican Restaurant?” Someone confused Irish for Mexican, or the other way around. Interesting name, though. Good food.

When it came time to leave the campground, we still had not seen the Owner. We owed for two nights. The previous day I had found a lady in the office and asked her about paying. She told me the owner was real “laid-back” concerning the campground. Seemed that way to me. She called his phone and left a message that I wanted to pay. Didn’t work. If we had been dishonest, we would have just left. Instead, I called his number and told him we were ready to leave. He showed up about twenty minutes later. We paid. We left. Next stop, Lake Delton, Wisconsin.

Lake Delton, and sister cites of Wisconsin Dells and Baraboo, are mostly resort “villages.“ Dalles is a French word (meaning either "sluice" or "flagstone" and referring to the columnar basaltic rocks carved by the river).
One of the oldest sites to appear on maps of the western Great Lakes region is the "Dalles" of the Wisconsin River. It was identified as a convenient reference point by French explorers in the 1700's. The name stuck after the French explorers left Wisconsin, with the spelling and pronunciation Anglicized as the "dells". Wisconsin Dells is one of the oldest resort areas in the state. Most of the area, however, contains mostly man-made recreation to do with water.

Since we were in Wisconsin, we thought that it was necessary to find some good cheese. After all, the State is known for its cheese. We found a place in Lake Delton called The Cheese House. We bought some ten year old cheddar cheese for $15.89 per pound. Wow! The first picture above is of that establishment. They also have some interesting structures of wood. The second picture is of a restaurant called Moose Jaw, Pizza & Brewing Company. The last picture is of that “moose” on the car. I thought that was an interesting promotion.

So, here we are now in Union, Illinois. Another of those small places just outside a “big” city. In this case, Chicago. We are at a KOA campground in the North-West Chicago area. Some 40 miles from the city. Our purpose for being here is to visit the Chicago sights. Again, we try to work around the rain. We knew it was coming today, Sunday, so we decided that yesterday we would go to Chicago and spend the day. That’s what we decided. That is not what we did. Well, we tried to!

Those of you who know me, know that for years I have had a bad back. Well, it started acting-up a couple weeks ago, but I usually work it out. This time, it got worse. I take pain pills, muscle relaxers, sit with a heating pad and try stretching. So yesterday, Saturday, we planned our Chicago trip. There is a train running from Crystal City (about 16 miles from our campground) that goes into downtown Chicago. It is a commuter train, so it makes frequent stops along the way. In this case, about twenty such stops. The trip requires one hour and twenty minutes, each way, and runs on the hour.

The ride is pleasant enough, and the coughers, hyperactives (kids & adults) and the chatter-boxes, make it an interesting ride. We arrived at the large down-town terminal and disembarked. Our plan was to peruse Michigan Avenue (area known for its shopping), visit Hyde Park on the shore of Lake Michigan with museums and the like. When we arrived, I was having much difficulty walking. Pain! Pain! We decided to have a bite of lunch in the Terminal and strike out after a rest. By the time we had eaten, gone out onto Madison Street, tried to walk a few feet, I knew it was a “no-go.“ I could only make a few steps without doubling over in pain. We caught the next train back to Crystal Lake. What a time! Ride 1 ½ hours, lunch in the terminal and 1 ½ hours back. Some excursion.

We also filled the truck with diesel before getting back to the campground. We paid $4.42 per gallon. That is the most we have paid to date. Last month, we spent $1,150 for fuel. We are now adding some extra pennies to the quarters, dimes and nickels flying out the tail-pipe each mile we drive. So tomorrow, we are off to Indianapolis, Indiana. I can’t walk far, but I can drive. Sitting is not a problem, but walking….ouch!, ouch!, ouch! I’m sure it will get better…..but, when?

Plan "B"

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I am aware that you don’t know what plan “B” is. You don’t even know what plan “A” is. So let me explain.
Plan A is what we developed to get to where we wished to be by creating scheduled stops and making reservations where we wish to camp. Plan B, on the other hand, is to run like the dickens to get away from bad and dangerous weather! Forget reservations and scheduled stops, just get out of the way of what is coming. We are in Plan B,….. but let me back up and let you know how things have been working to this point.

We kept checking the Yellowstone hotline to see if the roads would open. We had almost lost hope of getting to the Park. Saturday night the message was that the roads were still closed. I checked again on Sunday morning, just in case it had changed. Ya Hoo! The roads were open without restriction. Since Sunday was to be our last scheduled day in the area, it was now or never. We quickly took off for Yellowstone.

The trip from Livingston, MT, to Yellowstone is 52 miles. From the Park gate to Old Faithful is another 56 miles. Our “day trip” turned into 223 miles, but we were there. Yellowstone, as you may know, is not only full of hot springs and geysers, but also many wild animals; buffalo, bear, elk the Proghorn antelope among others.

We did see Old Faithful blow its top. But, somehow, standing on cold snow banks waiting for the eruption was a little bit of a letdown. We waited around a little more than an hour just to witness the event. When the geyser died down after about three minutes, we hear one gentleman in the crowd comment to his wife, “We drove all this way just for that?” I suspect the weather took a little of the excitement away.

The first picture above is of Old Faithful. It now goes off about every 90 minutes, lasts for between 1 ½ to 4 minutes and shoots into the air from 106 feet to 180 feet. It is not the only geyser in the basin (sunken area) which is actually the inside of an active volcano, but it is the largest.

The second picture will give you an idea of the weather conditions on that day. Carolyn is standing in the walkway from the parking lot to the Visitor Center that had been cleared. As you can tell, the snow is higher than her head. The snow is not just “piled up,” it was that high all around.

We were able to see many of the wild animals wandering the Park, except for the bears. We took the time to walk some of the trails that had been cleared around Old Faithful. Some were closed due to bear activity. They were just awakening from hibernation and getting frisky, rolling down the hills, etc., so said the Ranger. We certainly didn’t want to encounter any bears on the path.

The third picture is a close-up of the buffalo that truly roamed the roads, without regard to traffic. There were sixteen of them holding up traffic on our drive in the Park. You can see how close they come to the vehicles. The picture was taken through my windshield.

The fourth picture is of a Proghorn Antelope feeding in a section by the road. The Pronghorn Antelope is the only animal in the world with branched horns (not antlers) and the only animal in the world to shed its horns, as if they were antlers. It is the fastest animal in the western hemisphere, running in 20-foot bounds at up to 60 miles per hour, and can run for hours at quite a fast pace. It is also called the Prongbuck, Pronghorned Antelope and American Antelope. Pronghorn can survive a temperature range of 180 degrees, from 130 in the deserts to 50 below zero.

On Monday morning (April 28) we were getting ready to leave Livingston to overnight (we had planed two days) in Sheridan, Wyoming then on to Rapid City, South Dakota the next day. We had a conversation with our neighbors, also preparing to leave, who were from Alaska. They asked which way we were going. When we said East, the wife said, “You had better get through South Dakota as fast as you can.” We weren't quit sure what she meant, but we were to find out.

We arrived at our campground in Black Hawk, South Dakota, six miles West of Rapid City, planning to stay for three or four days. We paid for three days and found our campsite. It was from here that we were to embark for Mount Rushmore. We had planned to do that the next day after an evening of rest from the drive. We checked the weather forecast and discovered that bad weather may be on the way. We decided to go to Rushmore right away that afternoon. It was a pretty day, so we did.

We gazed at the faces on the mountain, watched movies of it’s history and the wildlife on the mountain, visited the museum and thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon. The last picture is my “take” of the mountain. We found no information on how Mount Rushmore got it’s name. We consulted then Internet and found the following information.

"In 1883, a tin mine, the Etta, was opened, which caused excitement among Eastern investors, Shortly after, James Wilson, a New York mining promoter, engaged Professor Gilbert E. Bailey, state geologist of Wyoming, to examine mining claims in the area where Keystone was later located. In need of talent, as well as geological advice, Wilson hired Charles E. Rushmore, a young but able New York attorney, to check the titles to properties on which Bailey reported favorably. Although an Easterner, Rushmore quickly made friends among the miners and prospectors. One day he was returning to headquarters of the Harney Peak Consolidated Tin Co., Ltd., located at Pine Camp, which was north of the great granite peak soon to bear his name. With him were a local business man, and William W. Challis, a prospector and guide. As they neared this spectacular mountain, Rushmore turned to Challis and asked its name, Challis jestingly replied: "Never had any but it has now - we'll call the damn thing Rushmore". Thus in 1885, the chance remark of a rough miner to a visiting lawyer, fastened a permanent name to the mountain. The United States Board of Geographic Names officially recognized the name "Mount Rushmore" in June 1930." Forty years later, Charles E. Rushmore donated $5000 towards Gutzon Borglum's sculpture of the four presidents' heads on the mountain - the largest single contribution. The Memorial was dedicated by President Coolidge on August 10th, 1927." - "Mount Rushmore", by Gilbert C. Fite, 1952, University of Oklahoma Press.


The next morning we checked the weather forecast and decided it was ominous. We felt we needed to leave right away. Six to seven inches of snow was predicted overnight. Since we had already paid for three days, we were not sure if we could get a refund. Most campgrounds give nothing back if you leave early. We were lucky. We got a full refund, and in one hour we had gotten ready and pulled out headed to Oacoma, SD, some 210 miles ahead of the bad weather.

So here we are in the middle of Plan B. It is now Friday, May 2nd. We have been here now for three days, paying one day at a time. The place we had left is now covered with more than 12 inches of snow, and a blizzard is raging there as I write. The Interstate is closed. We left just in time. Here, it is raining and the wind is howling with gusts to 50 miles per hour. The trailer is rocking. We are the only ones left in the RV Park. Everyone else has left going somewhere. Not a good day for travel. Tomorrow, it is suppose to be sunny. We plan to leave for Sioux Falls, SD in the morning. We were waiting to move forward because Sioux Falls was having heavy thunder storms and tornadoes yesterday. We are in the relatively quite middle of the state.

Looking ahead, we have made new reservations in new locations and canceled others. We plan a couple days in Sioux Falls (the weather forecast is favorable), then on to Minnesota and Wisconsin. We are either running ahead of or behind the storm fronts as they, and we, move East. This time next week we plan to be in the Chicago area. We’ll see!

Low Temperatures---High Fuel

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The last time we talked we were getting ready to head to Spokane, Washington. Our trip began on the Interstate system, then diverged to U.S. Highway 395 going North for about 100 miles before connecting with I-90 going East into Spokane. Actually, we were going some 12 miles North of Spokane to our campground in an area called Mead.

We were wondering about the U.S. highway, if it were going to be two-lane, rough going or some four-lane. It turned out to be a very nice, mostly four-lane, road. It was hard to tell the difference between this road and the Interstate. The only problem was finding a rest area for those needed stops. However, we have solved this “facility” problem by towing our own “Porta-Potty.” We put some water in our fresh water tank and use our on-board pump system. All we really need is a wide enough space to pullover and open the trailer. We don’t travel with much water in the tank to save on weight. The tank holds 85 gallons. Each gallon of water weights 8.5 pounds. That is a lot of weight. I’ll leave it to you to do the math.

We did, however, find a Rest Area on I-90 at which we stopped. The elevation was about 2,000 feet and the temperature was 37 degrees. Just as we stopped, the snow started flying and the temperature dropped to 34 by the time we pulled out of the Rest Area. We were hoping this was not going to affect our travel. As it turned out, the snow stopped about five miles up the road.

This was on Sunday (April 20). We found our Campground and set up housekeeping for awhile. Of course, the camp office was closed and no one around. We saw a notice on the information board that we had been assigned site number 53. We pulled into that site and found that it was very narrow with trees on either side, too close to get our three slides out. Regardless of the assignment, we decided to find another spot that would fit us better. We did, but it was also tight.

Our whole purpose of going to Spokane was to visit with a cousin of Carolyn’s. Unfortunately, she was not feeling well. She has some unknown problem with leg swelling. She had planned outings and adventures around the area, but alas, that was now out. Besides, it snowed off and on for the days we were there. The best we could do was to adventure to downtown Spokane and have a lobster dinner at a seafood restaurant overlooking the Spokane Falls.

The first picture above is a view of downtown. The brick building with the slim tower in the center of the picture is the newspaper office of the only daily paper in Spokane, The Spokesman-Review. The second picture is of our view of the Falls from the restaurant. The Third picture shows a view of the suspension bridge across the Spokane River in Riverside Park, next to the restaurant. The whole area here was host to the World’s Fair in 1974.

The city was settled in 1871 as "Spokan Falls" (without an 'e' at the end), drawing on the Native American tribe known as the Spokane, which means "Children of the Sun.” The city's name is often mispronounced "Spo-CANE", while the correct pronunciation is "Spo-CAN". Spokane's official nickname is the 'Lilac City', named after the flowers that have flourished since their introduction to the area in the early 20th century.

Spokane Falls was a gathering place for the area's indigenous people due to the abundance of salmon in the Spokane River. The first European settlement at Spokane Falls was a fur trading post operated by the British North West Company and, later, the Hudson's Bay Company. Known as "Spokane House", or just "Spokane", and located just below Spokane Falls, it was in operation from 1810-1826. Camp Spokane was established by the U.S. Army at a location 56 miles northwest of Spokane on October 21, 1880 to protect the construction of the Northern Pacific Railway, and to secure the location for U.S. settlement. By 1881, the Northern Pacific Railway was completed at this point, bringing European settlement. The city of Spokan Falls (without an 'e'; the 'e' was added in 1883) was officially incorporated on November 29, 1881. In 1891, the name was changed to Spokane.

Spokane County borders Idaho on the East and Canada on the North. It seems that we have stopped in a number of border counties in our travels north-west. Idaho-Utah, Idaho-Oregon, Oregon-Washington, and now, Montana-Wyoming (more about this in a moment). Just across the Idaho border from Spokane is the City of Coeur d’Alene. It is situated on a large lake and a seems to be a popular resort area. We only passed through it on our way to Montana. The last picture is of Lake Coeur d’Alene.

As we got ready to move on to Montana, we wondered about the conditions we would find in the high passes over the mountain ranges. We were concerned about two in particular, July Fourth Pass out of Coeur d’Alene and Lookout Pass on the Idaho-Montana border. Just the past Monday, the road was closed to traffic due to weather. The day we left Spokane it was not snowing and fortunately the roads were dry over the passes, although snow lined the roads.

We made it into a place called Anaconda, Montana and pulled into our campground. Again, no one was around to check us in. Eventually, a worker showed up and said they were not really opened yet for the season. He said to just find a spot and put $20 per night “in the box” It was extremely cold. The “worker” said it had snowed six inches that morning. We set up for the night with only 30 amp instead of our usual 50 amp service. We unhooked our water line this time, because it surely was going to freeze. We had planned two nights here, but right away, we decided one night was all we would stay. More snow was predicted.

We took off the next morning (April 25) for a place called Livingston, Montana. This was to be our jumping off place for Yellowstone National Park, which was 52 miles South in Wyoming. The drive was only 124 miles, but it was snowing off-and-on most of the way.

We pulled into our campground, and this time found someone in the office. We were assigned our spot, which had everything….50 amp, cable, WiFi, etc. Our site was the last one in the row next to the showers and restrooms. The turn was a little tight, the trailer wheels bogged down in loose mud that was a newly prepared sewer line. It took us a little while to get the trailer situated properly in the muddy ground and loose gravel. We got set up and it began snowing. It snowed off and on all that day and overnight.

As I said, the purpose of stopping here was to visit Yellowstone. The weather is not good. I called the Yellowstone “hotline” and was told that the North Entrance was open and the roads to “Old Faithful” were passable, but only with snow tires. Of course, we don’t have snow tires. I will check again tonight to see if the roads are open. We’ll see. So far, no more snow today……yet!

So here we sit. Nothing to do but blog. Perhaps this will change. Perhaps not. We’ll let you know later if we ever get to Yellowstone. It would be a shame to be this close, after traveling this distance, and still miss it. But, what is a body to do? Weather!!!

Bad Weather, Ho!

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We left Zion National Park on April 11, Carolyn’s birthday, and headed north to Provo, Utah, some 274 miles away. Not a great way to spend a birthday, I’m sure. But when anyone asks, I tell them that for her birthday I gave her a “road trip.”

As we drove farther north, the weather seemed to get colder. Just the very thing we were trying to leave. The distant mountains were covered with snow. The closer we got to the mountains, the closer the snow got, until at last it was along side the road way as we passed. Diesel fuel was disappearing fast in the mountain terrain.

Provo is located about 45 miles south of Salt Lake City along the mountain range called the Wasatch Front. This is the snow-covered mountain range you see in the first picture above, as viewed from our camp site. Provo is the home of Brigham Young University, operated by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (sometimes called the Mormon or LDS Church). The LDS Church's largest Missionary Training Center is located in Provo.

Provo was originally called Fort Utah when it was settled in 1849 by 33 Mormon families from Salt Lake City, but was re-named Provo in 1850 for Étienne Provost, an early French-Canadian trapper who arrived in the region in 1825. Provo has a population of 115,135 —making it the third-largest city in Utah.

The weather got even colder. The prediction was for the temperature to drop to 28 degrees overnight. To keep our water pipes from freezing we allowed the faucet in the kitchen to slowly drip so we wouldn’t have to disconnect the hose. The next morning, I got up, opened the bedroom door and went down into the kitchen to get more heat going. When I stepped onto the tile floor it looked wet. I put my hand to it, and sure enough, it was wet. I then noticed that both kitchen sinks were overflowing. The water was no longer dripping. My first thought was that the drain pipes had frozen.

I got a bucket from our storage compartment under the trailer, and we started dipping water out of the sinks. We then noticed that a laundry bag full of clothes to be washed was setting on the floor and almost completely saturated with water. I went outside to check the water valve. It had been turned off by someone. Water was dripping from under the trailer and three wet spots were evident on the ground. One large one, and two smaller ones. I looked in the compartments underneath to see what was wet. That is when I discovered that the water tank valves were closed. The tanks were full and the water had backed up. I opened the valves and the water in the sinks disappeared. Normally I leave the gray tanks (two 35 gallon tanks for all water except sewer) open to allow the water to run freely. I had forgotten to open the tanks.

Most of the cities on this trek are just stopovers on the way to Spokane, Washington. So basically we just ate out a couple times and looked around the city. We had been to Salt Lake City before, so we decided, considering fuel prices, that we would not make that trip. We filled the truck with diesel for our continuing trip, at the “tune of” $120. The highest diesel price we have encountered so far was $4.43 per gallon.

To give you a perspective on how much it costs us to pull the fifth-wheel along, do this. Get several rolls of quarters, dimes and nickels. Now, every mile you drive, throw one quarter, one dime and one nickel out the window. That is about what it is costing at these fuel prices.

We were scheduled to leave Provo for Twin Falls, Idaho on Monday the 14th and spend a couple days there. The weather forecast was for Twin Falls to have rain/snow on the 16th , the day we were to leave. We decided to change schedule and leave a day early to miss this weather event. So we rearranged our forward schedule. We had half-a-day to get to know Twin Falls.

The city was founded in 1904 as a planned community, designed by celebrated Franco-American architect Emmanuel Louis Masqueray, with proceeds from sales of townsite lots going toward construction of irrigation canals. The city is named for a nearby waterfall on the Snake River.

The original townsite follows a unique design. It is laid out on northeast-to-southwest and northwest-to-southeast roads. The northwest-to-southeast roads were numbered and called avenues, while the northeast-to-southwest roads were numbered and called streets. Only two central streets, the northwest-to-southeast Main Avenue and the northeast-to-southwest Shoshone Street, were named. It is purported that the reason this was done was to allow sun to come into every room in the home at some point during the day. This system created situations where one side of a street may have an entirely different address than the other, and where the corner of "3rd and 3rd," for example, was in more than one location. In 2003 the numbered northeast-to-southwest streets were renamed to alleviate decades of confusion.

Twin Falls became the center of national attention in September 1974 thanks to an attempt by the daredevil Evel Knievel to jump the Snake River Canyon in a specially-modified rocket cycle. Watched by millions on television, the attempt ultimately failed due to high winds and a premature deployment of Knievel's parachute. The foundation of the launch ramp, which lies on private land, can still be seen. The second picture above is of Snake River Canyon. You can see the high cliffs at the rear of the picture.

You just can’t trust the weather! Just after we made changes in our schedule to avoid the weather, the weather changed it’s schedule and arrived a day earlier. As a result, our travel day was one of bucking the wind. The wind was blowing steadily at 35 to 40 miles per hour, with gusts near 60 miles per hour. The wind was blowing from the West, and of course, we were driving West. We were glad, however, that it was blowing toward us rather than from the side. Our greatest effort was just keeping the trailer straight, and throwing more quarters, dimes and nickels out the window. Our fuel efficiency on this leg was about half of normal.

We arrived in Caldwell, Idaho on April 15th. Caldwell is located just a hop, skip and jump West of the Capital City of Boise……provided you can hop, skip and jump for about 25 miles. Above is a very colorful sign for the City of Boise. Our RV Park here seemed to be one of the very few that lives up to its billing as a “Resort.” Not only did they have terrific, large camp sites, free WiFi and Cable TV, but they also served free coffee and muffins for breakfast. They also helped with our exercise program by having a very nice, clean exercise room with six different machines.

Caldwell has a population of somewhere around 35,00 people. It seems that it’s claim to fame is mostly negative. In the 1870s and 1880s, Caldwell was home to hundreds of Chinese immigrants, but the town was central in Idaho's aggressive anti-Chinese backlash that culminated in an 1886 convention of the Anti-Chinese League in Boise. By 1890, however, every last immigrant had been driven from town by social pressures and outright violence.

In March of 1908, at the end of a series of trials relating to a miners dispute and the Colorado Labor Wars. Albert Horsley, better known by his psuedonym Harry Orchard, pleaded guilty in District Court in Caldwell to the assassination of former Idaho governor Frank Steunenberg. The Judge sentenced Orchard to hang, but his sentence was commuted, and he lived out the rest of his life in an Idaho prison.

We departed our last stop in Idaho on April 17th for Standfield, Oregon, a distance of 224 miles. Standfield has an elevation of 592 feet and a population of about 2,000. Remember, I told you we were only making “stopovers” on the way to somewhere else. Nothing outstanding to see around here, but it does have a little history.

Originally named Foster, Stanfield is named after Sen. Robert N. Stanfield (1921-9127) who purchased the area for use as the headquarters of his extensive sheep and wool enterprises. Because of its proximity to the railroad, the site was used for shearing wool, holding sheep for shipping, and storing supplies for the operations in warehouses. (At one time, Sen. Stanfield and his brothers operated the largest sheep ranching operations in North America.)

With the development of an irrigation system serving the lands around Stanfield, Sen. Stanfield joined with a developer to subdivide the area and create the town of Stanfield, operating excursion trains to bring interested buyers to Stanfield to see the lots that were being offered for sale. Sen. Stanfield donated a number of parcels for public purposes, including the site of the high school.

The last picture above is of Hat Rock, located in a State Park of the same name, off U.S. Highway 730 along the Columbia River (dividing Washington and Oregon). Hat Rock was the first distinctive landmark passed by the Lewis and Clark Expedition on their journey down the Columbia and recorded in their journal.

We are scheduled to go to Spokane, Washington tomorrow, April 20th. The Spokane weather forecast is calling for rain/snow tonight, tomorrow and Monday, with highs in the low to mid 40s. We will have some high country to go through, so we are hoping for the best. It doesn’t seem to be worthwhile to keep changing schedule. This is our last point West, before heading directly East across the top of the country. Next time, we’ll let you know how the snow blows! Did someone say it is Spring?

Vegas to Zion

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I know, you are wondering what these pictures are all about. Hang on, I’ll get to it in a minute. First, let me tell you where we have gone. I guess you already know from last weeks blog, and I also know that you didn’t get the pictures I had promised. So, maybe I’ll have time to get those put on. Just back up to last week and see if they are there.

Onward. We left Arizona as planned and after a three hour trip (sort of like Gilligan’s “three hour tour“) arrived in Las Vegas. We made our way to the campground where we had made reservations, pulled into the drive (going the wrong way, the exit instead of the entrance) and went to the office. Guess what? We had no reservations and they had no available spots. They told us we could wait in a “dry-dock” (no hookups) till the next day to see if a spot became available. “No thank you!”

We went back to the truck to look in our directory to see if we could find another campground. One of the workers showed up and asked our problem. We explained our situation and he recommended a campground (Sam’s Town) on the other side of town, about 12 miles away. But first, we had to back out of the driveway (no place to swing the trailer around) onto a major highway with lots of traffic. The worker helped direct us to accomplish this feat, and we were on our way.

As I drove, Carolyn got on the phone to call the campground to check on the possibilities. We were told they had a spot for us. They have some 253 sites. We told them we were on the way. They did have a spot, but of course, the fee was much higher than where we had made reservations. The site was one of those crowded ones with RVs about three feet away on either side. No place to park the truck except half in the street in front of the trailer. But, we settled in to make the best of it.

That was on a Saturday. We had discovered that Carolyn’s cousin was in town visiting relatives. We were invited to have dinner with them that evening. The cousin was going back to Tennessee early on Sunday morning. We had an enjoyable, relaxing dinner with family. An unexpected pleasure.

We decided to tour the sites of Las Vegas on Sunday. We don’t gamble, but we could at least enjoy the sights of the opulent hotels and casinos. Ok, here is where some of the pictures come in. The first is of Caesar’s Palace showing the Angel Trumpeters high above the streets. The second is the Gondolier rides at the Venetian Hotel, and no, we didn‘t take a ride. We visited most of the new and popular locations including the famed “water show” at the Bellagio Hotel. We walked, and walked, and walked. Not counting the walking inside the locations we visited, we calculated that we walked 17 blocks (twice--round-trip) about a distance of eight miles. As most of you know, we are good walkers, but this was a little over-kill.

We rested our feet the rest of Sunday evening and prepared to leave Las Vegas on Monday morning. We pulled out around 9:00 a.m. headed to a campground near Zion National Park in Utah. The trip was a relatively short one, about 160 miles. We arrived around Noon and found our camping spot. Again, the campsite had no room to park the truck. There is also a hotel attached to the campground, so we were able to park in the hotel lot. A little inconvenient, but it worked.

We were continually impressed and awed by the beauty of the mountains surrounding us. I’ll tell you about the next pictures shortly. We planned to spend a day exploring the Park. The city of Springdale, Utah is located just outside the Zion Park gate. The town (population 545) provided free shuttle service to and from the park every 15 minutes. Inside the park was another free shuttle service that ran every 6-8 minutes taking one to every stop on the six mile Zion Park Road. Each stop provided an opportunity for photos and hiking trails. The trails had a hiking distance of anywhere from half-a-mile to thirteen miles, and varying degrees of difficulty.

The third picture above is a view of some of the mountain scenery found in Zion Park. However, in no way does the picture depict the actual beauty of the view. The mountains were formed over 180 million years ago by the erosion caused by water which now forms the Virgin River. The Mormons settled the area back in the 1800’s and gave the mountains their distinctive names. In the picture above, the left-most area is called the West Tabernacle. The next white formation to it’s right is called Angel’s Landing. The flat-topped area to the far right, with the red streaks running down it, is called The Alter of Sacrifice. And so it goes; Court of the Patriarchs, The Bee Hive, Weeping Rock, etc..

We took three of the hiking trails for a total combined distance of about five miles. The fourth picture above is of the path we took to The Emerald Pools, a distances of two miles……..up. As you can see the path is narrow without any signs of guard rails to keep one from tumbling hundreds of feet below. As the Park literature says, “Your safety is your responsibility.” We were lucky that day…..but tired!

The last picture is of yours truly sitting beside the Virgin River in Zion Canyon. I guess you can tell by the way I am dressed that it was cool. We left Arizona with temperatures in the 80’s and 90’s, and got back to the reality of temps in the 30s. From Zion Canyon it’s onward to Provo, Utah. Catch-you-up from there next time.

Moving On

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As I type this epistle we are sitting in Quartzsite, AZ, just for overnight, then on to Las Vegas early tomorrow morning. The trip from Gila Bend to Quartzsite is only 130 miles, but it breaks up a much longer trip. From here to Vegas is some 216 miles. We don’t like to travel too far in one day. With our 55 mile per hour speed limit, and intermediate stops at a rest area, it takes us a little longer to cover the road miles.

From here to Vegas is mostly all US Hwy 95, as opposed to Interstate Highway. Part of the route is the ,old, and famous Route 66 from Chicago to LA. We leave Arizona at Parker, cross into California (through Needles), then straight North to Nevada and Vegas.

When we set up here in Holiday Palms RV Park, our ten foot water hose wouldn’t reach the faucet. We got out an extra ten footer that we have that had been patched from a previous leak. When we connected the two hoses to span the distance, we discovered the spare hose still had a leak. We set out to find a new hose. The hardware store in Quartzsite had only a 50 foot hose. Way too long for our needs. We decided to buy a coupler to fix the hose.

We brought the coupler back to the trailer to repair the hose. I cut the bad section out of the hose to put in the coupler. We had bought the wrong size. We needed to return it and get the correct size. We didn’t want to unhook the truck from the trailer to go back to the hardware store, so we walked. It took about 15 minutes each way. Not bad, but it was about 90 degrees in the bright sun. The new coupler worked, so we were back in business with the water.

This is an added paragraph to let you know that you won't see the pictures I have indicated below because I am having problems getting the website to accept my upload. So, maybe next time.

Not much news for this week’s blog, but I’ll share a couple pictures with you. The first is the Palo Verde tree in Spring bloom, residing in front of the Office at Augie‘s RV Park where we spent the winter. The second picture just shows how we carry our bikes and extension ladder when we travel.

We should have more to share with you for the rest of our 4,000 mile trip back to Tennessee. Until next time, keep good thoughts.