This morning we leave Deer Creek State Park and drive a relatively short 100+ miles to Salina, Utah. I say ‘relatively’ because part of it is on I-15 and it’s never fun in the area of Salt Lake City and Provo, on I-15.
I’m sure at least a MILLION gigantic trucks go whizzing past me while I am on that Interstate. After about half a million , it becomes just too much.
Salina is on my way to the red rocks that I want to spend time with, but I wanted to stop here because I would like to explore some of the boondock possibilities that RVSue has mentioned in this area. Unlike Sue though, I’m not inclined to tow WS into questionable dirt roads, not knowing what lies ahead. I want a base camp where I can park WS and then explore in JR. So…my base camp is the only RV Park in Salina. Butch Cassidy Campground. Whatever.
I arrive about 1pm and find that the office is closed from noon until 2pm. Note that I’m already crabby from the drive. So I find a spot to park in some shade, and then I walk the dogs around the campground. I’m not thrilled with the place and I find only one acceptable spot that has shade, grass, and a bit of space for the dogs. It’s also close to the laundry and showers. That’s the one I want. Oh yeah, it’s also close to the road. Whatever.
Ar 2pm I put Joy and Shiloh back in JR and go back to the office. I am able to have the site I request. Yay. (1)
I drive over. It’s a bit hard to get into with a sharp curve and trees, but I make it. The site is terribly uneven, so my next project is working to make WS level. In and out of JR…hard on the back. And it’s hot. Crabbiness increases perportionatly.
And then…AWK! What’s this? Big scrape marks on the side of WS! How did THIS happen?! I know I didn’t scrape the tree. I watched in my mirrors and I was very careful. Suddenly it hits me. When I put Joy and Shiloh back in JR to go back to the office, I left the ramp leaning against the side of the truck. ( I use a ramp to get them in and out of JR because it’s too hard for them to do that jump at their ages.)
As I drove away, the ramp slid easily along the side of JR (no marks were left there) but then the truck ended and it must have tilted into WS. I see the ramp on the ground and I go to retrieve it. Some pieces are broken on it but with a hammer and a screw driver it is still perfectly usable. I can hardly bear to look at the marks on the side of WS though. I wonder if they will come out ? I’ll think about it…and work on that project, tomorrow.
There is a half picnic table/bench thing at my site and it’s right in front of WS’s door. I have to move it or Joy and Shiloh will wind around it and get their tie outs caught in it every 2 seconds.
Stupidly, (and crabilly) I do it by myself. Should have gotten help. Ouch.
I finish unhooking and setting up camp. I go take a shower. It’s very clean in there. Yay. (2)
As I write, I’m sitting , leaning against my recently acquired heating pad. And that’s Yay # 3.
I have some pictures. Next time. Supposed to be free wifi here but I’ll need to go searching for it with a fine tooth comb.
I warned you about the crabby part!
Wandering Spirit 
You’re so cute when you’re crabby, and funny, too! Yay for you for looking on the bright side of a dark day. Dark days are a bummer but they make the good days shine brighter. I hope tomorrow’s a lighter brighter day for you, my dear Micky. WS now has battle scars she (he?) can wear proudly. Time wounds all heels. Time wounds. All heals.
Hi Marian,
I did try to put lots of humor in this post. I’m glad you found it. 🙂
WS is a ‘she’.
Yes, time is a healer, isn’t it?
I get that way when I’ve driven too much and I’m tired and hungry. After I hook up to electricity so my cats can be cool, I make myself stop setting up and force myself to get a bite to eat/drink, take some deep breaths, and just kick back for at least 30 minutes to regroup. If I don’t, I’ll get the shakes and feel even worse. I’m finally realizing I need to take care of me and the pets first…the rest can wait. Take care of your back first, Micky. You’re a nurse, you know what to do…no excuses.
Hopefully, the scratches on WS will buff out. If not, you have to either have your insurance repair it or choose to just let it go. Your choice. It may not be what we want but sometimes we just have to know when to let it go…this, too, shall pass.
Cat Lady back in Baton Rouge
Hi Cat Lady,
Yes, I do know what to do. Doing it is sometimes a different story, but I’m working on that. 🙂
Keeping the dogs and myself cool is a high priority. Or sometimes it’s keeping us warm, but that’s mostly me, because their favorite weather is about 30 something and really windy!
Going to get out there and work on those marks, after breakfast.
Good dog walking around Blackhawk Arena. See my postings about the month that I stayed at Butch Cassidy mid-Aug to mid-Sep 2015
Ed, would you mind putting your blog address in a comment or reply?
Oh silly me…just click on your name.
Hi Ed. Thanks for the tip. We walked the dirt road nearby this morning. It leads many places and I imagine Blackhawk Arena is one of them? Our second walk was at Maple Grove Campground, and did I ever take pictures!
Now that I’ve calmed down, I’m liking it better here….especially since I have the site I want. I increased by 1 day, since I couldn’t get reservations at the next place I want to stay until Friday.
Yes, those dirt roads that are southeast of the Arena can lead you into the Arena area. Walk thru the park to the west and you will be at the lower stables for the Arena.
Did that on our evening walk just now. Saw a nice sunset.
You can be crabby! We love the happy you, contented you, annoyed you and even the crabby you! I guess you can say we love all of you and who you are! Thank you, Harold Pring!
Harold and nursing school. Seems like we were destined to meet!
Thanks for your love Carmen. Love you back!