during the night then it stopped. But in morning the roof of the hangar
continued to drip and flow. Fortunately I
was out of the drop zone but the water continued as if it were melting snow or heavy frost rather than draining rain. I donít know.
This was my coldest night of the trip with my sleeping gear being inadequate. I pulled my watch cap down, tucked my fleece vest
around me and zipped up the bag all the way but the dampness inside the tent and my down bag caused me to shiver. So I deliberately
did isometrics with my legs and stomach muscles to generate some heat until the sun came up. The morning dawned bright and clear.
I was out of the wind and in the direct morning sun so my gear dried quickly and I used a handy trailer as my breakfast table and gear
staging platform. I was able to meet Shelly in person before leaving and thank her for the hospitality. That sure worked out nicely!
I headed north and stopped at Daniel
for fuel. Continued on
US 191 to US 89 downhill to Hoback then Hoback Canyon.
The Hoback river was running pottery-clay red! There had been some kind of landslide on a side creek that turned the river red
all the way down to its confluence with the Snake near Alpine Junction.
I joined US26 and
proceeded next to Palisades reservoir. I came across a motorcyclist
luggage and no license plate stopped
alongside the road apparently filming a cropduster who was working parallel and close to the road. We talked briefly. We both
needed gas and lunch and Subway was his usual lunch as was mine so- we headed west with Mark leading. At Irwin there was a gas
station with Subway so we stopped for gas and lunch. Mark was out on his own fabulous adventure and was headed for Baker City
Oregon with an Oregon Trail theme to his travels. He kindly bought my lunch for no apparent reason. Thanks Mark!
headed in to
Arco and was astonished to see the sail of a real nuclear submarine in
park. I could tell it was of the class just
before mine based on the side number as well as the fact of having ladder rungs welded on it. (Mine didnít have a way to climb down
the sail to the hull)
|This is a Mk 46 torpedo. Big aren't they? My boat had Mk 48 torpedoes.|
I refueled in Arco and headed north on US 93.
Mackay I stopped to use the restroom then
went to find the free city campground.
It looked like a pretty good campground though
it was in need of mowing. And for some reason even though the place was 75% unoccupied they had a ĎCampground Fullí sign showing.
I should call and ask about thatÖ..
|Full? Really? Is camouflage really that good?|
The ride up US 93 is really amazing. Itís quite remote and very beautiful from mountains and bluffs and long views.
Cottonwood BLM campground about 1830 and looked over the sites. And I
back on the exact same site I occupied
last year. This time the river was down about 2 feet lower and more normal. I set up my camp and was just hanging out when the guy
from the next camp over came up with a plate of food asking if I was hungry. Hungry? He brought steak, potatoes, corn on the cob and
salad. Wow! CAMPGROUND MAGIC! He and his wife were out of Rigby riding their Honda cruisers and just getting away for the night.
And they give away food when they have it. Fabulous!
|Same site as last year but water was a bit lower. Lots of cotton around.|
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