Today was a
long ride out of the Rockies and onto the Colorado Plateau. We spent a lot of
time slogging up and down steep stretches of the interstate through various
passes at 7000 to 8000 feet. This region has spectacular rock formations in
colors ranging from red, pink, orange, brown and white. Last year, we spent
three weeks exploring the area and it was good to get another quick view as we
made our way to our next stop.
Karen called
ahead to the Beaver Canyon Campground to see if we could get a space for the
night. They told us there was one campsite left, but they would not reserve it –
first come, first served. We’d heard about the campground from Laurie and David
and we were willing to take the chance to see if we could get in when we showed
up.
At about
3:00PM we pulled into the campground to learn there were no regular spaces
available. However, the ‘emergency’ site was available for a reduced price. It
had a 20 amp electrical hook-up and that was good enough for us. The site is
right at the entrance to the camp, but this is a real quiet place.
The owner,
Dave, checked us in and asked us if we wanted to see an old car. We walked back
to an old shed where there was a shiny yellow and black 1957 Studebaker Hawk.
Dave was pretty excited to tell us how it was all original (except for the
paint) and how he uses it as his daily driver.
Karen made friends with one of the campground cats, Peter, who helped her with the paperwork at the front desk. Dave told us Peter was part of a trio, Peter, Paula and Mary. Sadly, Mary is now deceased so it's up to Peter and Paula to control the local rabbit and gopher population.
This is a
family owned campground and there’s a very good Mexican restaurant located
right in the campground. It opened for dinner at 4:00PM and cars from the local
area started pulling in to the parking lot at 3:50PM to line up at the door. We
managed to get in. It’s a one room log cabin with about 8 tables and good food.
Earlier this
morning as we were preparing the Aliner for departure, we managed to bump into
each other (believe it or not, this has happened at least once or twice before
on this trip), which prompted Karen to state, “you’re living too large, in too
small of a space!”. I thought this was pretty funny - and probably true, so it’s one of our
headlines for today.
During
dinner, we toasted our last night of the trip sleeping in the Aliner. We plan
to get a hotel room tomorrow in Las Vegas before taking the last leg back home.
After dinner, we took a walk through the nearby ranches to have a look at
Beaver Creek. The elevation here is just below 6000 feet and we’ve enjoyed how
it cools off in the afternoon and evening.
Next: Nevada
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