Day 6 – Green River, Utah

Yay!  We made it out of Vegas, all the way over to the edge of Utah, lovely Green River!  It was an interesting ride today; the wind was up, and buffeting the coach regularly.  Don had to be extra careful about keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel the whole way.  I was next to him during the whole trip, though occasionally napping through the excitement. 

But first I must tell you about our brief morning walk out to the gate area, where the Monster Mocker had decided that I was not the real enemy, Don was!  The bird’s attacks were constant and ferocious, first on Don’s back and shoulders, and then getting right in his face and fluttering his wings!  He made a few minor assaults on me, but concentrated on Don with the greatest hostility.  I told Don that I didn’t want him to have to put up with this, and that he should accompany me over to the guard shack for treats.  He agreed easily.  Don got a few pictures of the bird, and I’m sure he’ll post some. 

We got underway a little after nine, quite a feat for us, and headed up I-15 through LV; Don was glad it was Sunday morning, and not Monday.  We drove through the spectacular Virgin River Gorge, and Geri took some pics out the window.  We had a fuel stop in St. George, Utah, and continued north on the 15.  Geri was mightily preoccupied with her new iPhone toy, after having gotten some basic tutelage on it from Matthew last night.  Information was flowing from her, based on the new “apps” that she had acquired, including the fact that there was a Rest Area just ahead, and she recommended we stop there for the purpose of my relieving my bladder.  I shook my head when I heard this, ‘cause, like Don says, I’ve got a bladder the size of Lake Powell.  But, that’s OK, it’s nice that she’s thinking of me.  We pulled into the Rest Area and parked, then struggled with the coach’s door, trying to close it against the force of the howling wind storm that was raging.  Geri and I went across the road, and I dutifully raised my leg to indicate performance of the unneeded function.  The wind was bringing so many odors so fast that it was dizzying to me; not a comfortable feeling.  My snout was twitching uncontrollably, and I told Geri that I thought it was time to go back to the rig.  After a monumental struggle to close the door, we made it aboard, and hit the road again.  There were no more rest stops.  Oh, yeah, there was one, when Geri needed to retrieve her recharging cord for the iPhone from the truck; she had to battle the wind again to get aboard!

We turned east on I-70, through windblown pasture and farmlands, until we hit the desert area, where the scenery turned spectacular.  With the phone charged up, Geri was engaged in making videos of some of the more exciting panoramas through the windshield.  Don says we might even try to post one.  We finally pulled into our RV Park where we stayed last year, Shady Acres, which has lots of acres, not much shade, and no grass.   If you would like more information on the village of Green River, please refer to my travelblog2, which provides a wealth of information on this locality.  It’s a lovely area, with lots of good stuff, including a great John Wesley Powell Museum.  If you’re out this way, spend a few days here.

Don cooked up some tortelloni for dinner, and I got the leftover sauce, which made for great lickings.  Watched a little TV, then headed for bed.  Tomorrow, Denver and beyond!  G’nite, friends!