Last weekend, Donna started packing up stuff that we’ll need over the next four months for our summer vacation. We moved our departure date back by one day – we learned last year that it’s too much work to try and pack four months of necessary stuff in one day. Donna obtained a two-night parking pass and I parked the motorhome in front of our park model home.
Our park model is hidden behind the coach
The first thing I did was fill the fresh water tank and dose it with Chlor Brite. Chlor Brite is a product from Leslie Pool that’s basically granulated chlorine. Sodium diclor is the active ingredient – it’s 99% of the product. It’s a concentrated form of chlorine and a little bit goes a long way. When used in swimming pools, as little as three ounces will treat 10,000 gallons of water. Chlorine in drinking water is at a much lower level than swimming pools use.
I mixed a fairly strong solution, filled the fresh water tank and left it in overnight. After sitting in storage for eight months, I wanted to sanitize and remove any contaminants from the water tank. Early Tuesday morning, I dumped the tank and refilled it with filtered fresh water. We use a two-canister filtration system – the first stage is a five-micron sediment filter followed by a one-micron carbon block filter.
This is what 100 gallons of water quickly dumped in the street looks like
The dump valve on our fresh water tank is relatively large and empties the tank quickly. I dumped 100 gallons and it created a small stream in the road. During a storm in last summer’s monsoon season, our neighbors told us the street was completely flooded and ran all the way down through our carport to the shed! I can’t imagine how many gallons of water had to dump from the clouds to cause that.
Most people not from the area don’t realize Arizona has a monsoon season. In central Arizona, that season usually begins around mid-July and runs through August. Flash floods are common as these storms can drop a lot water very quickly.
Our neighbor across the street from us on the 1600 lane just bought the place. Donna told him we planned to place a barrier at the shed end of our carport to prevent flood water from entering our shed. His Arizona room addition is built on a slab at the back of his carport. Last year it flooded and suffered water damage – all the carpeting had to be ripped out. He was leaving the next day to go back north. He asked me if I could put up a water barrier for him – he gave me $100 for materials.
I found a product called Quick Dam Flood Bags. These are cloth tubes filled with a gel product that swells and seals the tubes, creating a useful flood barrier. They are stackable, so I bought enough to stack two high in front of our shed and his Arizona room. When they’re fully activated, they will create a barrier six to seven inches high.
Flood barrier for our neighbor’s Arizona room
I used a garden hose to activate his Quick Dams and make sure they’ll work. Job done!
I put Midget-San up on jack stands for summer storage. Then I removed the wheels – not only will this prevent the tires from flat-spotting, it’s also an anti-theft measure. It’s pretty hard to steal a car without wheels. I fastened the car cover over it for the summer.
Midget-San hibernating for the summer
Last Thursday was Cinco de Mayo – our anniversary day. We planned to celebrate our 16th anniversary with dinner at Baja Joe’s. Donna wasn’t feeling up to night out after her trip back from Vermont, so I ordered take-out from Baja Joe’s. Donna had her favorite shrimp dish with poblano cream sauce. I had the chef’s special fish filet with a seafood sauce containing pieces of shrimp and octopus. It was excellent – we’ve never had a bad meal at Baja Joe’s.
Saturday evening I manned the grill and cooked a pork tenderloin that Donna marinated in her mojo marinade. She served it with Cuban rice and a steamed vegetable medley. Another nicely balanced and nutritious meal.
Mojo marinated pork tenderloin
Donna had shrimp again on Sunday when she grilled it and served it over cilantro-avocado-lime sauce. Tasty!
Grilled shrimp, Mexican corn and grilled shishito peppers
We had a warm weekend with the thermometer reaching the upper 90s – it was 99 on Saturday! The temps held in the 80s as we packed on Monday and Tuesday. Packing for four months is more like moving from a furnished apartment to another furnished place. It’s not like we’re just heading out for a weekend.
We hit the road around 9:15am. Our route took us over Usery Pass to the Bush Highway past Saguaro Lake and on to the Beeline Highway (AZ87). We climbed to Payson which sits at an elevation of 5,000 feet above sea level. It was much cooler – in the low 70s there – and continued across the Sitgreaves National Forest to Heber on AZ260. This road runs through pine forest all the way to Heber – not what most people picture in Arizona.
At Heber, we turned northeast on AZ277, then AZ377 to Holbrook. The wind really picked up at Holbrook – it’s a steady 30mph wind with higher speed gusts. We’ve stopped for the night near the entrance of the Petrified Forest National Park. We stayed here last year – it’s a dry camping spot. I positoned the coach near the leeward side of a building to shelter us from some of the wind gusts. This is about the halfway point to tomorrow’s destination – Cortez, Colorado. We’ll spend a month there. Tomorrow we will go north through the National Park, then head east a short way on I-40, then north again through the Navajo Nation past Four Corners and on to Cortez – that’s the plan.
While I was writing my last post, after the farmers’ market Saturday morning, Donna went for a walk. When she came back she told me she walked all way back to the downtown area and it was getting busy – many more people out and about than we saw earlier.
We decided against going back downtown for wine tasting where most places required reservations and opted to head east to the Airport Wine District. This is an interesting area. During World War II, the Army Air Corps built a training facility next to the existing Walla Walla Regional Airport. They put in a new runway and constructed over 300 buildings for administative offices, barracks, mess halls and storage. The facility covered over 2,100 acres. B-17 Flying Fortress crews trained there.
After the war, the new Air Force declared the base surplus and turned it over to the city of Walla Walla in 1947. In 1989, the Port of Walla Walla took over operations. The airport is mostly used for General Aviation although there is one commercial airline in operation.
The old army buildings were soon home to small manufacturing businesses and eventually 14 wineries established operations there. The wineries produce their wine onsite from grapes sourced from Walla Walla and Columbia Valley appelations.
We visited the CAVU winery there. CAVU doesn’t require reservations – many of the others do.The winery name CAVU comes from an aviation term – ceiling and visibility unlimited (CAVU) – ideal flying conditions. Their specialty is wines based on the barbera grape although they also offer a very nice sauvignon blanc, tempranillo, malbec and a Bordeaux right bank style red blend. We tasted seven wines and ending buying two bottles of Barbera Rose, two bottles of 2019 Barbera and two bottles of 2019 Rule Breaker II. The Rule Breaker is a blend of barbera, cabernet sauvignon and petit verdot grapes. The wine maker calls it Rule Breaker because his usual rule is not to blend barbera grapes with other varieties.
The Airport District also houses a couple of breweries with pubs and outdoor beer gardens and a few eateries. We stopped at Burwood Brewing Company and tried a beer in their outdoor area. They had very good beer!
Burwood IPA
The we went to Quirk Brewing for a second cold one and enjoyed their beer as well. Both breweries had a food truck on their premises. If you’re in the area, I recommend taking the short drive to the Airport District and checking it out.
Sunday morning it was time to hit the road. We wanted to head down to Twin Falls, Idaho, but to get there we’d need a stop along the way. We opted to boondock and Donna found a few options. We ended up boondocking in a small gravel turnout near Huntington, Oregon, south of Baker City. To get there, we traveled on I-84 first through more wheat growing country, then made the climb into the Blue Mountains up Emigrant Hill to Deadman Pass. The road has several switchbacks and is a 6% grade. We saw a few trucks, one RV and a couple of cars on the road shoulder with overheated engines. I-84 in Oregon tops out at Blue Mountain summit 4,193 feet above sea level.
The boondocking spot was fairly quiet and the overnight stay was uneventful. Trains came by, but they were on the other side of the river, far enough away not to be bothersome and they didn’t have to cross a road and blow their horns.
Snake River view from our boondocking site
Monday morning we were back on the road southbound on I-84. It was just over 200 miles to Twin Falls but the slog through Caldwell, Nampa and Boise slowed us down. The traffic was heavy there and, as usual, all of the city folk were in hurry, driving like idiots and causing traffic snarls.
Our plan was to stop at Rock Creek County RV Park in Twin Falls. They don’t take reservations – it’s all first-come, first-served. We thought arriving early afternoon on a Monday, we would find an open site. We thought wrong. The place was full. Tthe camp host told us the Twin Falls County Fair was only a week away and every place was full.
Last year, we stayed at the Elk’s Lodge in Rupert. It was only 40 miles away, so we headed there. We found the five RV sites with water and electricity were all open – no one was staying at the Elk’s Lodge. I paid for two nights at $20/night and we set up.
The Elk’s have saved the day again – it wasn’t the first time we had to go to plan “B” and the Elk’s never let us down.
Elk’s Lodge site has us backed up to the golf course – Hole #1 499 yards par 5
Adjoining the Elk’s Lodge is the Rupert Country Club which features a tree-lined 18-hole golf course. The land is all owned by the Elk’s but the country club leases the acreage for the golf course and operates it.
Yesterday, a truck with a camper pulling a long (20 feet or more) enclosed trailer came in next to us. The guys rolled a golf cart out of the trailer along with their clubs and headed out to the golf course. They were out all day.
Their trailer hitch is interesting. Due to the length of the camper, the hitch is cantilevered three feet or more from the rear of the truck. I don’t know how much tongue weight he has, but that’s a lot of leverage on the hitch receiver!
Look at the cantilevered hitch extension
Later, when the guys came back from golfing, they pulled some equipment out of the trailer. I was curious as I didn’t recognize it.
DryJect machines
I had to ask about it. It turns out they have state-of-the-art machinery called DryJect which is used to aerate and condition turf. Normally, turf is aerated by pulling cylindrical plugs out of the soil. This loosens the soil and allows oxygen to penetrate, improving the health of the turf. Sometimes soil amendments are added to the holes created.
On a golf green, this means a clean-up is required. The cylindrical plugs of soil lay on the surface and look similar to goose droppings. No one wants that on the green. The DryJect machines work by injecting a high-pressure jet of water mixed with sand or other soil amendments, fracturing the soil and creating the aeration pocket. The pocket is simultaneously filled with the sand or other soil additive, leaving a smooth surface with no clean-up required. These guys travel around and treat golf course greens – golfing their way around the country while earning a living. Sweet!
I originally paid for two nights here, but after visiting the lodge for a cold one, I decided we needed another night. Lodge members told me about the prime rib dinner on Wednesday night and convinced me it wasn’t something we should miss. They have a special rotisserie that allows them to roast up to eight prime rib roasts at a time. They dry rub the meat the day before. The dinner includes salad, choice of potato and fresh corn on the cob for $25/plate. Beer is $3/pint. I signed us up.
The weather here in Rupert has been pleasant. We’ve had daily highs in the mid 80s and overnight lows around 50 degrees. This morning, it was 53 degrees outside and 63 degrees in the coach – just right for sleeping with a window open and blankets on the bed.
Tomorrow we’ll head out of here and travel through Utah on the west side – avoiding the gauntlet on I-15 that extends from Tremonton through Salt Lake City to Provo. I detest that drive. Instead, we’ll head in a westerly direction to West Wendover, NV and spend the night near the Bonneville Salt Flats. Our next stop will be Panguitch, Utah where we expect some very fine weather.
Donna spoke to the Elk’s Lodge camp host and arranged a late checkout for us on Saturday. We wanted to stay connected to the electric service as long as possible to cool the interior of the coach. Saturday’s forecast for Coeur d’Alene called for triple digit heat. Just before we pulled out at 1pm, I fired up the Onan Quiet Diesel generator and disconnected the power cord.
Our first stop was the dump station next to the Kootenai County Fairgrounds. Then we were westbound on I-90. We had a short drive – under an hour – to Northern Quest Casino in Airway Heights near the Spokane airport northwest of the city. They have a parking lot designated for trucks and RVs. We parked along the south edge of the lot where a couple of other RVs were located rather than parking in the marked stalls where truckers were parked.
I kept the generator running and both air conditioners on until we locked up and drove to Dick and Roxy’s place at 4:30pm. We found their house in the South Hill neighborhood of Spokane. We had a great visit and talked over dinner – Roxy had seasoned flank steak with a prime rib rub and Dick grilled it on his Traeger. Roxy also made a Mediterranean quinoa salad and a side with cucumber, tomatoes and other ingredients – perfect on a hot day.
We left a little past eight o’clock – we needed to get back and fire up the generator to start cooling the coach again. I didn’t want to leave the generator running while we were away. We had the generator and air conditioners on past midnight. One of the neighboring RVs had their generator on all night.
I didn’t mention the smoke. When we left the Elk’s Lodge and drove through Spokane, the smoke was thicker than ever. The wind had shifted and smoke from the fires to the north was coming down to us. My throat and eyes were irritated.
Sunday morning we woke to the sound of raindrops. I hoped it would knock the smoke down, but it didn’t rain very hard. We hit the road a little after 9am and the scenery on westbound US2 was surreal. The combination of smoke and light rain made it feel like we were driving through a Scottish moor. But it wasn’t foggy, it just had the appearance of fog.
We drove across US2 through Coulee City and had an uneventful but somewhat eerie day. We dropped into the Columbia Gorge at Orondo and went north on WA97. We found the Lone Pine Fruit Company. Donna had researched dry camping there. They were closed on Sunday, so we found a level area and set up for the night.
Boondocking at Lone Pine Fruit Company lot
In the photo above, you can see the smoke hanging over the Columbia River. Across the highway, the ridgetops would disappear at times due to the thick smoke.
Ridge across the highwayWildfire smoke
Monday morning Donna bought some fresh fruit before we hit the road again. We went south to Wenatchee and followed US2 west up and over Stevens Pass. The pass topped out at 4,064 feet above sea level. I think Wenatchee is about 700 feet above sea level.
Once you drive past the ski area westbound, there is a long 6% grade descending the other side of the pass. I’m familiar with this road and knew to keep my speed in check. At the bottom of the grade, there is a 180-degree narrow single-lane turn. You need to be below 40mph in a big rig for that turn. I used the Jacobs Engineering engine compression brake to keep us at 45-50 mph the whole way down.
About a quarter of the way down we saw two RVs ahead in a turnout on the side of the road – a gasoline powered class A and a smaller class C. They pulled out ahead of us and quickly pulled away. A few minutes later we came around a bend, still descending steeply toward the big turn and saw them stopped in a turnout again. This time the class A motorhome had smoke billowing out of his front brakes. We could smell the burning brake pads as we drove by. They were obviously descending too fast and had to brake hard or maybe he was riding the brakes all the way – I do know they were going much faster than we were.
When we had a gasoline-powered coach, I didn’t have the luxury of a Jake brake. To make a steep descent, I would slow down, gear down and figure my target speed. If I wanted to target 50 mph, I would brake to 40-45 mph, then release the brakes and allow them to cool. As my speed crept up past 50 mph, I would brake again under my target speed, release the brake for cooling and let my speed slowly increase again. Repeating this procedure all the way down a long grade avoids overheating the brakes.
We stopped in Arlington at the Pilot/Flying J travel center near the intersection of I-5 and WA530. I topped up our tank with about 60 gallons of diesel at $3.58/gallon. I paid over $200 – last year I would have paid around $135!
We found our way to the Skagit Valley RV Park on the south bank of the Skagit River in Mount Vernon. We were checked in quickly and directed to site 53 with full hookups and 50-amp service. The elevation is about 50 feet above sea level. I was surprised at the amount of smoke in the air here. I thought we would leave the smoke behind once we crested the Cascade Mountains. We’ve traveled through more than 700 miles of wildfire smoke!
This morning Donna fixed a nice surprise for me. One of my favorite breakfast dishes is Eggs Benedict. I usually only get it when we go out for breakfast. Donna had all of the ingredients, so she made it for me this morning!
Eggs Benedict
We’ll spend the next two weeks here. We’re looking forward to spending some time with Kevin and Alana and the grandkids. We had a cool, comfortable night and the temperature this morning is in the mid-60s. We’ll have daily highs around 80 degrees. The forecast calls for cooler weather ahead – low 70s by Friday.
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I failed to mention in my last post the smoke around McCall coming from wildfires in northern California and in Oregon. In the 24-hour period we spent there, it got steadily worse. The drive to Lewiston was smoky and Donna’s eyes were watering so bad, she had to keep them closed for miles. Once we climbed Lewiston Hill, we left the smoke behind and I figured we were in the clear.
After we set up at the fairgrounds in Moscow, the wind shifted and it got hazy. By Tuesday morning when we left, it was very smoky. I hit the dump station before we left – we had 50-amp electric service but no water or sewer hook-ups there. While I was dumping our holding tanks, a guy pulled up behind us with a travel trailer. He said he was camped two sites down from us at Juniper Park in Ririe. He was headed to the Coeur d’Alene area but said he was having trouble finding an available site. Our plan was to go to the Elk’s Lodge in Coeur d’Alene where we would have electric and water, but once again no sewer.
As we drove across the Coeur d’Alene Indian reservation, we left the Palouse. The Palouse is a name given to the wheat growing region north of the Snake and Clearwater Rivers, east of Walla Walla and north of the Camas prairie. The northern boundary is around the Palouse River, south of Spokane. The boundaries of the Palouse are nebulous and the origin of the name is unclear, but it’s been called the Palouse since at least the mid-1800s.
We’ve stayed at the Coeur d’Alene (CdA) Elk’s Lodge for the past five or six years. They don’t take reservations, but we’ve never had a problem getting a site – until now. They were completely full including a couple of dry-camping sites. Donna was on the phone looking for alternatives while I discussed possible outcomes with the camp host. She said she could get us in on Thursday if we arrived early. Donna found dry-camping availability at the Kootenai County Fairgrounds RV Park where we had to pay $25/night for a place to park on dead grass! The temperature reached the mid-90s both days there so we had 10-hour generator run times both days to keep the roof air conditioners on.
Once again, the smoke from wildfires caught up with us in CdA. I think this actually kept the temperatures down from the original forecasted highs as it blocked a lot of the sun. It also made for interesting sunsets.
Sunset at CdA fairgrounds
On Tuesday afternoon, we made a run to Winco Foods, but otherwise just hung out. It was too hot for much activity. Donna got out early Wednesday morning to beat the heat and took a five-mile walk.
When we were in Moscow, I programmed the local repeater in my Yaesu FT3D handheld transceiver and was able to participate in the local net call there. Last night, I had two CdA repeaters programmed in and found another net on the air. Ham operators in Florida have been trying stay in contact with Cuba and had success over the weekend, but now the Cuban government is jamming frequencies on the island to prevent Cubans from communicating with the world.
Yesterday afternoon, I stopped by the CdA Elk’s Lodge again to confirm availability for today. The camp host advised me to come by early. She said if I drove over in the truck by 7am, as soon as someone pulled out, I could pay for the site and she would hold it until I brought the coach over. Five sites were expected to open up – a couple of them would go to the people in the dry-camping spots.
This morning I didn’t take any chances. I drove to the Elk’s Lodge, arriving at 6:15am and hung out waiting to see if I could get a site. At 7:15am, she told me she had site 24 for us. I wrote a check to cover us until the end of the month – it’s $25/night for 50-amp electric service and fresh water hook up. Sure beats $25/night for a spot of dead grass at the fairgrounds. She said she wanted to water the grass in the site while I went to pack up and retrieve our coach and it should be ready by the time I returned.
Donna drove the truck and I drove the coach back to the Elk’s Lodge – no sense in hooking up the truck to drive a few miles and unhook it. We were set up in no time and I immediately refilled our fresh water tank. We were below a quarter tank – we hadn’t had a fresh water hook-up since we left Ririe on the sixth. Even though we are connected to city water here, I like to have a full fresh water tank. Anything can happen – we’ve been in RV parks before where the city water was unexpectedly shut off due to some emergency or another. With a full fresh water tank, we have no worries.
We’ll be here through the end of the month. Our plan then is to head west. We have one night booked in Twisp, WA, then we’ll cross the north Cascade Mountains to Mount Vernon where we have a reservation for two weeks. We don’t book reservations way ahead of time usually, but we knew it was a good idea in western Washington to have a confirmed place to stay.
Donna served up a couple of new recipes this week. Starting on Monday in Moscow she made a ginger-garlic cashew chicken dish. Very nice.
Cashew chicken
Last night she served up shrimp with tomatoes and corn over garlic-smashed potatoes.
Shrimp with tomatoes and corn
Tonight I think I’ll go for the pizza night at the Elk’s Lodge and give Donna a break in the kitchen.
The weather forecast calls for highs around 90 degrees daily except for a spike to the upper 90s on Sunday. No rain in sight according to the weather guessers.
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I mentioned in my last post that Tye put us up in a spare bedroom. He also invited Ozark to stay – they have two cats in the house, Ollie and Frankie. Ozark made herself at home, exploring the place and finding favorite spots. Early Thursday morning I awoke to the sound of a cat fight. I quickly ran downstairs to see what was up. Ollie came flying past me with Ozark hot on her heels. Ollie scampered under our bed while Ozark crouched on the floor. I picked Ozark up and put her on the bed. Situation resolved, the cats didn’t get into it anymore, I guess they established their pecking order.
Ozark making herself at home
Donna went out for a walk in the early morning. To her surprise, she came across a couple of ponies wandering in the road. She worried about them being in the road, so she led them across the street. They wandered off down a driveway. She didn’t think they belonged there judging by the barking dogs, but at least they were off the road.
Wandering ponies
Later we went out for a ride in Tye’s Polaris side-by-side ATV. This ride is the deluxe ATV – four seats and HVAC-equipped. That’s right – it has a hard top, windshield, side windows and air conditioning! No dust in our face and we beat the heat. He drove us up on the canal path above his house. We went all the way to the Little Gem Motorcycle Park – an off-road motorcycle park with challenging hill climbs and trails.
On the way back, we stopped at a small gift shop called Grit and Grace. They had an eclectic assortment of merchandise – everything from local honey to antiques. I was interested in the end-grain cutting boards they had for sale, but didn’t buy anything. Then we drove the ATV back to Tom’s Cabin for lunch – it was the cafe we ate at the day before.
Later, Donna prepared chicken breasts which she fileted and pounded. Tye grilled them and Donna served them with a dijon sauce and garlic-smashed potatoes and French green beans with toasted almonds on the side. It was the only home-cooked meal we had at Tye’s place.
On Friday morning, Donna went out for an early walk again. This time she walked up a trail to the canal, having seen the route from the ATV the day before. She crossed the canal and climbed high on the hill. She took a couple of pictures.
Rules on the hillHole in the rock looking down on the canalGopher snake
She encountered a gopher snake in the path. Some people call them bull snakes and they are common in the foothills of southern Idaho. Gopher snakes are harmless, but sometimes they’re mis-identified as rattlesnakes. Their narrow, tapered tail lacks rattles though. They feed mainly on rodents and can follow them into burrows – thus the name gopher snake.
We went out for breakfast at the Blue Ribbon Cafe in town. It was a hearty meal and very good breakfast fare. After that, Tye drove us up highway 52 to Black Canyon Park. This is a public park on the Black Canyon Reservoir. It’s a beautiful setting with a nice boat ramp and ample parking. There are grassy areas and a sandy beach. The park and beach were full of people on a hot Friday. There’s no charge for day use or the boat ramp and parking. On the way back, I asked Tye to stop at Grit and Grace again. I decided to buy the end-grain maple cutting board.
Lousy photo of the end-grain maple board
Later, we went to the airport and picked up Tye’s life partner Karen. She flew in from San Diego with her 10-year old grandson, Sebastian. It was 5:30pm by the time we left the airport and we stopped at the Texas Roadhouse in Meridian for dinner. The restaurant was a zoo on Friday night and it took over an hour to get a table.
Donna and I decided it would be best if we moved on from Emmett Saturday morning. The forecast called for temperatures reaching 106 degrees over the weekend and we thought we shouldn’t leave the coach out in the direct sun – the temperature inside the coach was likely to top 110 degrees. I figured if we moved up toward McCall, we could find some relief from the heat and boondock in the shade of the forest there.
We took US52 west out of Emmett and hit US95 north. Donna found a boondocking spot east of New Meadows in the Payette National Forest. It turned out to be an adventuresome ride – I should have scoped it out on Google Earth, but Donna had detailed directions she found in the Escapees Days End directory.
I should mention that Ozark was not amused when we plucked her from Tye’s house and put her in the coach. She thought she’d found her new home where she could lounge around in comfort and rule the roost. Back in the coach, she gave us the evil-eye. When she realized we were about to hit the road, she burrowed into her new hidey-hole behind the pillows on the bed.
Ozark’s new hiding place when we travel
East of New Meadows, we found Cemetery Road and turned north past a few cabins and farm houses. Then we hit a forest service road. It was incredibly dusty – about like the forest service road back in Arizona on the first night of our current odyssey. We came to a fork in the road with a puzzling sign. We were looking for the sno-park. Sno-parks out west are typically a large gravelled lot where snowmobilers can trailer their rigs in to trailheads. The sign had two arrows for the sno-park, they seemed to be pointing on each fork. I walked a short way down the right fork and found another puzzling sign. This one was aimed at hunters and gave a few rules indicating it was private land. It also said no overnight camping. Later I realized the private land was behind the sign, adjacent to the National Forest.
So, we took the left fork. It was a mistake. This took us up a steep, narrow dirt road with a turn that had a sweeping view of the valley way below – and no guardrails. Donna said later that she was scared to look in that direction and also very worried that we would not be able to get turned around. After a couple of miles of traveling this road, I saw a gated spur road on the left. The gate was about 100 yards up the road. I stopped and considered my options. At that point, I felt it was best to pull into the spur road, disconnect the truck so I could back out and get us turned around. So that’s what we did. Coming back down the hill made it impossible to turn into the road to the sno-park. So we got out of there and backtracked to ID55 east toward McCall. We knew there was another sno-park with easy access – we stayed there with Mark and Emily Fagan in 2016 – you can read about it here.
We found two other RVs in the large sno-park lot and set up. I disconnected the truck and we drove into McCall to wash it. It was covered with grime from the dusty forest service road. I’ll need to get the coach washed soon as well. While we were in town, we went to Frenchie’s for lunch. They serve Louisiana fare such as po’ boy sandwiches and seafood chowder. We enjoyed our lunch on the balcony in the cool air.
We had a quiet night in the sno-park and got back on the road by 9am. We went back toward New Meadows and picked up US95 north again. We’ve been on this route a couple of times before, but going in the other direction. This was our first time heading north on this section of highway. We had a hard climb up White Bird Hill to the summit at 4,245 feet above sea level. We dropped a bit of elevation and rolled through the Camas Prairie with wheat fields extending far into the horizon. Our route followed the Salmon River through Hell’s Canyon. Eventually we followed the Clearwater River and dropped into Lewiston where it meets the Snake River at 700 feet above sea level.
The climb up Lewiston Hill was on my mind. It was 85 degrees outside and the hill climbs to 2,756 feet in about four or five miles. When we started the climb, I was going about 50mph and registered boost pressure of 25psi. I knew this wasn’t sustainable. At that boost pressure, the load on the Cummins ISL diesel was too high and we’d overheat. I turned on the four-way flashers, slowed to about 35mph in third gear at 1,900 rpm and maintained an engine coolant temperature of 195 degrees all the way up. Job done – we reached the Palouse and it was rolling hills with forest and wheat fields from here on.
We called it a day when we reached Moscow, Idaho. We pulled into the fairgrounds and found a 50-amp electric only site for $20/night. The 50-amp service was a welcome amenity as the afternoon heated up. We gained an hour along the way – northern Idaho is in the Pacific Time zone. We’ll rest up for two nights here before we continue north to Coeur d’Alene. We can expect daily highs in the 90s there for the next couple of weeks.
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We finished packing our stuff, hooked up the Nissan Frontier and pulled out of Ririe Reservoir a little later than I had hoped on Tuesday morning. One thing I noticed while packing was an error code on our Progressive Industries Electrical Management System (EMS). It showed the code PE5, which is previous error (stored) high voltage on L2. The voltage at Juniper Park at Ririe Reservoir was on the high side – I saw 124 to 126 volts. At some point, it must have spiked. The EMS will break the connection to the coach to prevent damage to any appliances from high voltage. I don’t know when it happened, but it recovered and we never even knew there was a problem.
I think the EMS cuts off the power when voltage exceeds 130 volts or so. I’m sure there were others in the park without an EMS and they were probably just as unaware of the issue as we were. I like the peace of mind the EMS provides. Others without it might have an appliance or air conditioner motor fail and they’ll just blame the unit, not knowing the voltage spike caused their problem. This is why I always like to use the EMS and I also always like to connect a water pressure regulator. We’ve been in parks where water pressure exceeds 100 psi and it can damage the plumbing. I only use a watts-type regulator and wrote about it in this post.
We headed toward Idaho Falls – the fastest route to US20 west was through town, but there is a narrow underpass with a curve and 13′-8″ clearance in town. The overhead clearance was enough for us, but the narrow roadway with concrete abutments was a little worrisome. I took a detour at Iona Road and cut across to US20.
This took us right by a travel center where I topped off our fuel tank. We weren’t that low, but we planned to boondock and I needed the generator to run air conditioning so I like to keep the tank topped up. I started pumping fuel through the high-speed nozzle when I noticed the fuel price was $4.05/gallon! What? The sign said $3.55/gallon. Then I noticed the pump I was using was marked diesel #1. I shut it off, then switched to another pump marked diesel #2 which was $3.55/gallon. Diesel #1 is a winter blend – something closer to kerosene which doesn’t gel as quickly in cold weather as diesel #2 will. I’ve never seen it at the pump before – we don’t travel in cold areas.
Our route took us west through Arco where US20 and US26 merge. The terrain was fairly flat sagebrush country with lots of wide open spaces. In the little town of Carey, US26 splits off to the south while we stayed on US20 west. A few miles past a place called Picabo – which was nothing more than a grain elevator and hardware store – we found the Hayspur Fish Hatchery turnoff on the north side of the road. Donna had found free dry camping sites alongside the hatchery.
We made our way in and claimed a site. It was getting warm with the temperature well into the 90s, so we needed the generator and air conditioning.
Our boondocking site at Hayspur
There are two creeks by the hatchery – Butte Creek and Loving Creek. Butte Creek comes out of the hatchery and runs along the east side of the hatchery road. We took a hike along the creek and saw trout in the creek. A sign proclaimed the area as a “trophy trout fishery.” The limit for trout was just two fish and they had to be a minimum of 20 inches!
Butte CreekBoardwalk on the creekside trail
I tried my hand at fishing the creek. I could see trout in the clear water, but they weren’t interested in the worm I offered them. I switched to a bucktail spinner and at least they would chase it, but they always smelled a rat and broke off before striking the lure. My fishing efforts haven’t produced much lately.
Another notable thing about Hayspur is the variety of birds. There were birds flying and chirping all around. We saw nighthawks swooping around the campsites and an abundance of other birds.
Sunset on a warm evening at Hayspur
Wednesday morning we hit the road by 9am and continued westbound on US20. We had a tailwind and no long climbs with a few short, steep descents. The countryside opened up to wide, expansive hayfields and cattle ranches. In the distance to the north we could see the foothills of the Sawtooth Range. It was very scenic with lots of green landscape.
At Mountain Home, we hit I-84 with traffic and 80mph speed limits. All across US20, we had very little traffic and it wasn’t unusual to drive for several minutes without seeing another vehicle. Now, as we approached Boise, the traffic became heavier. We turned north at Eagle Road and drove through Meridian. We’ve been through here before so I knew what to expect. It’s almost amusing. The posted speed limit on the wide roadway is 55mph. But, there are traffic lights every half-mile or so and traffic gets so backed up that sometimes the light will cycle twice before you can get through. The speed limit is a joke as you can’t really expect to go much over 35mph before you’re braking again in the traffic.
We took Chinden Boulevard – which is also designated US26 – and escaped the traffic. Our destination was a town called Emmett where we planned to visit with our friends from San Diego, Tye and Karen. I’ve known Tye Moody for several years – he was part of the regular Bay Park crew that often met for happy hour at Offshore Tavern or Dan Diego’s. He sold his house in Bay Park and bought a place in Emmett.
His house sits on a two-acre lot on a hillside overlooking the valley and town. There are 11 houses on the cul-de-sac, all with at least two acres of land. As we were coming up his street, he pulled up beside us. He was just returning from a morning on the golf course. I got the coach situated alongside his driveway on a gravelled patch. It’s fairly level.
Tye’s placeEarly morning view of the valley and town from Tye’s driveway
The town of Emmett has a population of about 6,500 people and is about 2,400 feet above sea level. Tye treated us to dinner at one of his favorite places in town and put us up in a spare bedroom. Karen had to fly down to San Diego and won’t be back until tomorrow. We plan to get out for while and explore today, but the temperatures will be very hot – over 100 degrees by the weekend.
Before we left Ririe Reservoir, Donna made a new dish for dinner. She grilled miso-marinated sockeye salmon and served it over a garlicky ramen noodle salad. It was very tasty, but Donna felt it was too labor intensive for what it was.
Salmon over ramen noodle salad
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We had a fairly quiet night at the Ute Mountain Casino truck lot Saturday night. There was a truck with refrigeration unit that ran a generator all night. To me, it’s just white noise and I don’t pay much attention to it, but for Donna, it’s bothersome. We had a leisurely breakfast at the casino restaurant – we were in no hurry as we were only 11 miles away from Cortez.
We checked in at La Mesa RV Park in Cortez, Colorado around 12:30pm. There was a camp host expecting us and he directed us to site 9. After backing into the site, I confirmed Dish Network satellite reception before setting up. I wasn’t going to stay for a month in a site with no satellite reception. We set up without any issues and I was done in plenty of time to watch the Moto GP race from France at 3:30pm.
Our site backs up to the car wash at the Speedway gas station next door. This can be a little noisy during the daytime, but we haven’t heard anyone at the car wash after dark. When we checked in, I asked about Shiree, whether she still spends much time here at the park. Shiree and her husband, Ames, own this park and one in Springerville, Arizona. The camp host gave us some bad news.
He said Shiree wasn’t doing well. In February, she had some dental work done which involved removing a tooth with an old filling. Apparently, mercury leaked from the old filling and poisoned her. She’s not able to get around on her own and is undergoing chelation treatment to remove the metal. We’re hoping she makes a full recovery.
Over the last week, I’ve been complaining about a sore right knee. I had surgery on this knee about 35 years ago. I injured it in a ski accident on Mount Hood in Oregon. I had a partial tear of the anterior cruciate ligament and a torn medial meniscus. At that time, the surgeon told me he had to trim the torn meniscus as it wouldn’t regenerate. Over time, he thought this might lead to arthritis from bone on bone contact. I was thinking it might have finally caught up with me.
But then a curious thing happened. On Wednesday morning, I went with Donna to the pickleball courts. The soreness had improved so I thought I would give it go with a compression sleeve over my knee. After a few games, I didn’t feel any soreness at all. I thought it would be sore later in the day, but it didn’t happen.
Thursday morning we went back to the pickleball courts. I had the compression sleeve over my knee again, but wasn’t experiencing any pain. I played several games pain free and my knee remains pain free now. I don’t know how to explain it – maybe there’s something to the adage “Motion is lotion” and my knee is well lubricated again.
Pickleball courts at Centennial Park in town
They have six courts at the park and a group of players that show up regularly. We were invited to sign up for a tournament a week from Saturday, which we did. The tournament format is basically a round robin with individual scores tracked. I’m curious to see what group they put Donna and me in – we’ll see how they rate our level of play.
Wednesday afternoon we drove out to Mancos – a little town about 17 miles east of Cortez. The locals pronounce it MAN-cuss. After a couple of wrong turns we found the Mancos Brewing Company and stopped in for a couple of beers on their outdoor patio. They have several good brews on tap.
Other than pickleball, we’ve had a quiet week. I had one small project. The inlet to our canister water filter system was leaking. The inlet has a hose fitting swaged onto a 3/4″ pipe thread. Over time, it had worn where the hose fitting rotates on the 3/4″ pipe threaded into the plastic canister. I couldn’t find a direct replacement, but the hardware store had a short 3/4″ pipe threaded on both ends with the threads oriented correctly to add a hose fitting to it. So I bought those and figured I had it made.
I came home, shut the water off and removed the old fitting. Then I found I had barely enough teflon tape to put one wrap on the pipe threads. I put it back together and it leaked! I made another run into town for a $1.50 roll of teflon tape. This time I double wrapped the threads and put it back together. No leaks at the filter. Job done or so I thought.
Later I saw the area near the filters was still wet. Now the end fitting on our fresh water hose was leaking. I don’t remember how old the hose is, but I suspect we’ve had it for at least five years. I ordered a new drinking water hose from Amazon – it should be delivered today.
Today won’t be a good day for outdoor projects though. After having daily temperatures of 70 to 80 degrees, we have wind and rain today and the thermometer is only expected to reach 62 degrees.
I had another package delivered yesterday. I knew I would come across something that I needed, but left behind in Mesa. I tried to set up my Yaesu FT3DR handheld transceiver to work the local repeaters – one on a mountain top out side of Mancos and the other up in Dolores. But I didn’t have the cable to connect the radio to my laptop to program it. I ordered one from DX Engineering and it was delivered yesterday – but it was the wrong cable. I phoned them and we sorted out which cable I actually need and I shipped the wrong cable back to them. I should have the correct cable in a few days.
I’ll close with a couple of dinner plates. Wednesday, Donna grilled chicken that she simply seasoned with salt and pepper. She made creamed spinach and a baked spud to go with it.
Delicious chicken thigh and wing with creamed spinach and baked potato
Yesterday she marinated a pork tenderloin with her mojo marinade. I sliced garlic for the marinade. Donna asked for thin slices but I made them a little thicker than she usually does. She wondered how that would affect her recipe. It turned out to be an improvement – having the garlic 1-2mm thick added texture with no loss of flavor versus slicing it paper thin.
She grilled the pork last night and served it with sweet potato mash and French-cut green beans. We’ll use the leftovers to make street tacos for lunch today.
Mojo marinade pork tenderloin with sweet potato mash and French-cut green beans
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Packing the motorhome for a four-month road trip was harder than either of us imagined. I’m sure there will be situations where we say, “I wish I had brought XX along.” It’s a learning experience. Before, we traveled with all of our belongings. Now with the cargo trailer gone, we have to be more selective and there’s no reason to try to bring everything we own.
On Wednesday morning, Donna dropped me off at the 202 RV Valet storage facility, then she went grocery shopping. I moved our coach to the end of the row where there was a water spigot and hooked up our filtration and filled the fresh water tank. We planned to boondock for a few nights and I wanted a full fresh water tank. I didn’t take it back to our place at Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort because the only water spigot there is located behind the house at the rear of the property – I would have needed about 75′ of hose.
By the time I filled the 100-gallon tank and drove the coach back to Viewpoint, it was 11am. I had to obtain a 48-hour parking pass to park the coach on the street by our park model home. We began the process of loading the coach right after lunch and worked until dark.
On Thursday morning, we continued the process. Just packing all of the pantry supplies, spice cabinet, refrigerated and frozen foods was a big chore. I also put the Midget up on jack stands and removed the front wheels – I put the wheels in the double-locked storage shed to make it very difficult for anyone to steal the car while we’re away. I loaded Donna’s bicycle in the bed of our Nissan Frontier – I had made a cable locking system for it. I also loaded the Sea Eagle inflatable kayak in the truck, then I assembled the tow bar.
It was nearly 2pm before we were ready to hook the truck up to the coach. Our neighbor came out to help. Honestly, although I appreciated him, I didn’t really want the help. It was the first time hooking up the truck and I wanted to do it methodically and check each step of the process. We got it done and headed out.
Our plans went awry within half a mile. I had driven down the 200 lane and had to make a right turn onto the main street of the park. The person living on the corner to my right had placed a large rock cairn on the corner of their property. Due to a large palm tree in the center median on the street, my ability to drive deep into the street before turning was limited. The truck right front wheel struck the rock cairn. I was stuck. I had to disconnect the truck and move it, then reposition the coach on the main street and reconnect the truck. Not a great start.
By then it was 100 degrees out and 98 degrees in the coach. I fired up the generator to run the roof air conditioner as we drove down the road. Our route took us over Usery Pass to Bush Highway and AZ87 (Beeline Highway). Did I mention it was very hot out?The climb to Payson had me watching the engine coolant temperature closely. Any time it went over 195 degrees, I slowed and geared down to keep the engine rpms up and the load lower. Payson is 5,000 feet above sea level.
From Payson, we took AZ260 east. A little more than halfway between Payson and Heber, we found the Mogollon Rim Visitor Center. By the way, Mogollon is often mispronounced. People say “Moh-geh-yon” but the Arizona State Historian says it should be pronounced “Muggy-yawn.” We parked at the visitor center briefly. Donna texted our friends, Mike and Jodi Hall. They preceded us to the area and were meeting up with Frank and Kelly Burk at a camping area about 15 miles into the Sitgreaves National Forest.
I unhooked the Nissan and Donna drove it across the highway to Rim Road, I followed in the coach as we entered the national forest. The road was wide and paved for the first few miles, then it was graveled dirt – the dirt was fine powder, almost talcum like. It was dusty!
We made it 12 miles into the forest and found the cutoff for the spur road where we were told they were planning to set up. I left the coach on the main road and we drove about a mile down the spur road before we decided it was no go for the coach. The road had sharp rocks and potholes that would be hard on the tires and cause the coach to sway excessively – I could imagine everything falling out of cabinets.
We found a nice camp site just off of the main road – I think it was Forest Service 300 road (FS300) at the FS76 spur. Unfortunately, there was no cell service so we couldn’t let the rest of the crew know where we were. We had a peaceful, quiet and very dark night in the woods. Most people don’t envision pine forests when they think of Arizona, but northern Arizona has them, especially on the rim. We were 7,880 feet above sea level. Donna heard a cow elk calling near our site.
Our boondocking site on the rim
We decided against hanging around and trying to find our friends – we weren’t sure we had the right cutoff road or if we did, how far down they might be. We moved out of there at 9am Friday morning. Donna had spent a full day cleaning the interior of the coach last weekend, but now everything had a layer of fine dust, Same for the Nissan. Once we neared the highway, we regained cell service and I had a voicemail from Frank. We were on the right spur road to find them, but they were 3 miles down – too far to go back and forth every day on a rutted, rocky road, even in the truck.
We found another boondocking spot about 90 miles east at the entrance to the Petrified Forest National Park. There are free dry-camping sites at the Crystal Forest Museum and Gift Shop. We were set up there before noon and took the truck for drive into the national park. I have a lifetime America the Beautiful multi-agency senior pass. This got us into the park without paying fees – it’s usually $25 per car. The elevation there is 5,420 above sea level.
The petrified forest and painted desert are both part of the park. We stopped about a mile and a half into the park at the visitor center. There’s a hiking trail behind the center with lots of petrified tree trunk sections. Petrified wood is formed when trees are buried under silt for long periods of time – about 216 million years, give or take a few. The wood absorbs silica and other minerals as rain water percolates through the silt and quartz crystals bond with the cells of the tree – eventually making a replica of the organic tree material details in quartz form.
Giant Logs Trail behind visitor center
We drove through the park 26 miles to the north end, taking note of stops we wanted to make on the way back. The north end of the park has the Painted Desert Inn – a National Historic Landmark – and panoramic views of the Painted Desert. We stopped at Chinde Point where we we had a picnic lunch of the sandwiches Donna made.
Painted Desert view – the colors are somewhat washed out in the photo from the mid-day sun
Our next stop was at a place called teepees. The name comes from the shape of the hills formed from layers of sandstone there.
Teepees
We made the driving loop at Blue Mesa. We didn’t hike much as I have a sore right knee. The last two times I played pickleball, I was rewarded with knee pain all afternoon. The pain persists now when I walk more than a few hundred yards – I’m not sure what’s up with that.
Blue Mesa is named for the layers of blue, purple and gray badlands that make up the area. Badlands aren’t just a place in the Dakotas – badlands describes an area void of vegetation with rock formations.
Blue Mesa badlandsMore badlandsPeople on a hiking trail at Blue Mesa
We made another stop and short walk to see Agate Bridge. This is a natural bridge formed from a petrified tree trunk. It was reinforced with concrete and people used to walk across it. Walking on it is forbidden now though.
Agate BridgeAgate Bridge is 110 feet long
We had another quiet night. The owner of the museum and gift shop doesn’t allow generators after 7pm or before 7:30am. Our Lifeline AGM house battery bank is holding up well – it hasn’t dropped below 12.5 volts at anytime on this trip.
We were on the road by 9am once again. We decided to head back to Cortez, Colorado. Donna talked to Shiree, the owner of La Mesa RV Park there and she could have a site for us on Sunday and we booked a month-long stay. The best route took us back through the national park, we exited at the north park entrance which loops back to I-40. We took I-40 about 20 miles east and hit US191 north. This took us through the west side of the Navajo Nation in northern Arizona. It was much like the New Mexico route up US491, but with what appeared to be sparser population – not saying the New Mexico side is highly populated!
The road surface was great all the way to Chinde, where we had a little incident. I turned off the highway to get fuel at the Speedway station. Once I made the turn, I saw it was a trap. Getting to the pumps and back out of the station looked problematic. I looked at the GPS map and it showed the road I was on circling the station through a small neighborhood back to the highway.
I went down the block and turned right, then I saw the pavement ended a few hundred feet down the road where the road became a heavily rutted dirt road. If we had the cargo trailer behind us I would have just reversed back past the intersection we just came through and drove back to the highway. Towing a vehicle with four wheels down means no reversing. The castor angle of the front suspension would make the front wheel turn to full lock when you reverse and would result in a disaster. I had two choices – unhook the truck and get turned around – or continue slowly down the rutted lane. I opted for the latter and we made it out of there after a few choice words. Phew!
North of Chinle, the road surface deteriorated. It had whoops and rollers so bad that I had to slow to 45 mph on a road with a posted 65 mph speed limit. We eventually hit US160 and passed through Four Corners where we briefly drove through New Mexico and into Colorado. (The Four Corners Monument is currently closed due to COVID-19.) Our destination was the Ute Mountain Casino about 11 miles from Cortez. After about 250 miles of travel, we were ready to call it a day. We lost an hour as we’re now in Mountain Daylight Time. We dry camped for free once again in the casino truck lot – a large paved lot adjacent to the casino travel center. The Ute Mountain Casino sits at 5,880 feet above sea level.
This morning, we had cool temperatures – my phone app showed 40 degrees at 7am. The sun came over the mountain to the east of us and it warmed up quickly. We expect a high of 80 degrees today with the chance of a passing thundershower. We’ll gain a few hundred feet heading into Cortez and we’ll be about 6,200 feet above sea level.
I’ll close this post with a food picture. Last week I had to make my signature Memphis-style babyback ribs. I won’t be able make them again this summer – we’re traveling with just the Weber Q, no Traeger wood pellet-fired smoker-grill.
Memphis-style babyback ribs with green beans and sweet potato mash
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It didn’t take much preparation to hit the road again after boondocking at Fort Deseret. We just pulled in the slides and secured a few things before resuming our journey south on UT257. At Milford we hit UT130 south. The wind steadily increased all morning and by noon it was gusting over 30mph. I don’t enjoy driving a big rig in gusty winds and would’ve pulled off if I could. But there wasn’t any place to stop. UT130 is a narrow, two-lane highway with no shoulder. It made the drive mentally taxing. Lucky for me it was a short drive of about 140 miles.
The route was a gradual climb that steepened south of Minersville. The grade plus the headwinds had me keeping a close eye on the engine coolant temperature, but it wasn’t an issue as I manually downshifted anytime it reached 195 degrees and kept the temperature in check. We topped out at 6,570 feet above sea level, then gradually descended to Cedar City. We’re at an elevation of 5,470 feet above sea level now.
I received a text message from Iron Springs RV Park with directions to the park and it instructed me to pull into site B2 – no need to check in. We found the site and it’s 80 feet long as advertised, but quite narrow. This RV park is new and they’re still working on improvements and amenities like pickleball courts. We’re about 10 miles west of Cedar City and it’s fairly remote.
Donna took a hike Saturday afternoon on a trail that started by the lodge – I wasn’t up for much after the hard driving. At the lodge, she met an employee who told her about an interesting sight in the area. On Sunday, Donna rode her bike past Granite Mountain to the old, abandoned Western Iron Ore pit mine.
2,000 Flushes
The pit holds water that’s a deep blue color and locally it’s known as 2,000 Flushes. I read the name is derived from the color making it look like a toilet bowl full of blue cleaner. The water in the pit is toxic though – the color comes from iron and copper traces and it’s also polluted with arsenic, uranium and mercury.
This morning we took a drive to Kolob Canyons – a section of Zion National Park about 40 miles north of Zion Canyon. The Visitor Center was closed and no shuttlebuses were running. There wasn’t a ranger on duty to check passes or collect fees – I didn’t need my America the Beautiful Senior Parks Pass. We took the driving tour – a five-mile scenic drive past trailhead parking areas and scenic pull-outs. It was near mid-day so the pictures are a bit washed out – it’s much more colorful than the pictures show. Some of pictures have a bit of haze – we’re out of the heavy smoke areas, but there’s still some smoke in the air.
Start of the scenic driving tourPlacard at the turnaround lot at the top of the drive
The five-mile tour climbs all the way in and tops out over 6,000 feet above sea level. It was a pleasant drive in Midget-San with the top down.
Our neighbor here at Iron Springs RV Park has an interesting vehicle that could’ve been a workable alternative to Midget-San for us. He has a 1964 VW Beetle that’s been converted to a Baja Bug.
1964 Baja Bug
The engine is highly modified – I’m not sure of the displacement but I’m pretty sure it’s a stroker with larger pistons and cylinders.
Modified engine with dual downdraft Weber carburetors
Back in the 1970s, I had a Baja Bug with a 1959 oval window body. It was lightened and was punched out to 1790cc with dual Solex carburetors. It was a lot of fun.
I almost forgot to mention a milestone for our Alpine Coach. The odometer turned over 100,000 miles on the way here. When we bought this coach in January of 2014, it had just under 55,000 miles on it. We’ve put a little over 45,000 miles on it in nearly seven years. That’s under 7,000 miles per year.
Six figures
The temperature reached the low 80s Saturday and Sunday and it’s still a little windy. The winds should calm down tomorrow and we’ll be fine to hit the road on Wednesday. It should be a little cooler too. We’ll cross the Arizona border and spend some time in northern Arizona before heading down to Lake Pleasant.
After I wrote my last post on Wednesday, Donna and I hiked down a trail to the beach. It was only about half a mile, but the soft, powdery sand made it a tough slog in places. We could see a large spherical object ahead high and dry in the sand, but couldn’t tell what it was. When we got closer, I could see it was an old, damaged mooring buoy.
Large old mooring buoy
Although these steel buoys are quite heavy, they’re buoyant when they’re foam filled or sealed airtight. They’re usually anchored to large concrete blocks and boats or ships tie up to them.
The level of the Great Salt Lake is low right now and the beaches are expansive.
Near the water,the sand is full of brine flies. We saw people swimming to the north near the beach access and Island Buffalo Grill and also saw one person on a paddleboard.
Back at our site, we had a visitor.
Coyote at our site
I saw another large coyote earlier, then this guy came wandering by, presumably looking for mice or any other easy meal.
Later, while I played around with ham radio, Donna brought Ozark the cat outside in her expandable carrier. It’s the safest way for Ozark to enjoy some fresh air and the outdoors – the coyotes would make short work of a cat here.
Ozark the cat enjoying some fresh air outdoors
Later, Donna made a simple dinner by grilling green chile turkey burgers topped with avocado and served it with grilled zucchini, peppers, onions and corn with cotija cheese.
Simple dinner from the grill
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you might recall back in 2018 when I had to replace the house battery bank for our coach. At that time, I opened my wallet and stepped up to Lifeline AGM batteries. I haven’t regretted it. These batteries are maintenance-free and really perform. When we’re dry camped, I run the inverter all day and night. The batteries never fall to 50% or lower. I charge them by running the generator for two to three hours in the morning – when we make coffee and have breakfast – and another two or three hours in the evening – when Donna prepares dinner.
I watch the state of charging on the Heart Interface monitor. There are three stages of charging with our smart charger. It starts with a bulk charge and the monitor shows 14.0-14.5-volts and up to 100 amps. This current measurement is showing amperage at the voltage going into the batteries, so 100 amps at 14 volts is about 1400 watts. Our generator can produce up to 7,500 watts (7.5kW). If you remember my post about 30-amp and 50-amp service, you might wonder what 7.5kW equates to. If we apply Ohm’s law and do the math, we see that our Onan Quiet Diesel generator puts out 62 amps@120V on two legs (L1 and L2) – about 30 amps per leg. Anyway, our battery charger goes into the second mode – called absorption – after 15 minutes or so. This mode charges at constant voltage while amperage drops – this mode takes longer, up to three hours. Finally the charger reaches the final stage, float charging. This mode charges at low amperage and about 13.3 volts. The Lifeline AGM battery bank reaches this state anywhere from 90 minutes to 180 minutes of charging time.
When we boondock, it’s easy to think if it as “free” camping, but it isn’t really free. The generator run time has a cost – it consumes fuel and hours on the generator eventually lead to preventive maintenance. We usually average a little over half a gallon of diesel fuel per hour and I change oil and filter at 150 hour intervals. I figure it’s about $9/day. We don’t boondock very often, so going to solar power to charge the battery bank doesn’t pencil out. If we boondock 30 days per year, that’s only about $270/year for the generator. It would take a long time for a solar installation to break even at that rate.
Our neighbor at Antelope Island State Park may have to sharpen his pencil though. He told me they had been there for two weeks. He started his generator at 7am and ran it until well after dark each day!
In addition to the coyote in our site, we had a mouse feeding by the front door (much to Ozark’s delight), then Friday morning, a bison wandered by.
Bison near our site
Bison are often referred to as buffalo, but the zoologists tell us they aren’t really buffalo. By this, they mean they aren’t related to the water buffalo of Asia or the cape buffalo of Africa. I still think of them as buffalo though. The same can be said of pronghorn antelope. The zoologists maintain they aren’t true antelope as they have no connection with the antelope species of Africa. They’re antelope to me though.
Friday morning we packed up – I had loaded the Midget in the trailer Thursday afternoon. We stopped at the dump station on Antelope Island. I had pre-scouted the dump station, but it turned out to be tighter than I thought. We came through unscathed though. As we were pulling out of the dump station, three rigs lined up to dump. Our timing was impeccable – waiting for three rigs to dump could have taken up to an hour.
Our route took us southbound on I-15 past Bountiful and into Salt Lake City. The interstate was the usual jungle of cars travelling too fast and too close together. We went west on I-80 and escaped the city along the southern edge of the Great Salt Lake. We turned south at UT36 which took us through Tooele. I last came through here in 2009 when I came to the World Superbike races at Miller Motorsport Park by motorcycle from Mesa, Arizona with my friend, Mason. Tooele has really grown since then.
We made a quick stop at the south end of town for lunch at Subway. Then we were on our way again. Once we left Tooele, the road became very quiet with little traffic. ID36 eventually runs into US6 and we continued south. Our destination was an unusual place. We planned to stay overnight at Fort Deseret State Park. Donna found information on dry camping there.
What we found when we arrived was surprising. Although it’s designated as a state park, there are no offices or buildings of any kind. There are no services – no water, no restrooms or vault toilets – not even a trash can. It’s just a flat, unpaved lot with a couple of old picnic tables and a couple of placards at the ruins of Fort Deseret. The ruins are just what’s left of the adobe walls that surrounded the fort.
Fort Deseret placard155-year-old adobe wallClose up detail of the adobeThe state park
Our original plan was to go to the Saint George, Utah area from here. That plan evaporated when we found out all of the RV parks and campgrounds in the area are booked full. This wouldn’t normally be the case after Labor Day, but 2020 is anything but normal. One park manager told Donna that many people changed their plans and extended their stay in Saint George because of the wildfires west of there. Many others that planned to go to Yosemite, for example, halted their trip west there. Also, people from California and parts of Nevada had escaped the smoke and ash by taking their RV to Saint George.
So, we’re on to plan “B”. Today we head down to Cedar City where I booked an 80-foot long pull-through site for the next four nights. This will allow us to catch up on laundry and figure out our next steps. We’ll have a week to get to Lake Pleasant, Arizona west of Phoenix.
The skies are still smoky and we can expect daily highs in the lower 80s in Cedar City. The overnight lows should be in the mid-50s – just right for sleeping with the window open.
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