April 17, Green River, Utah
Not a whole lot to report today, at least from my standpoint, which is a little shorter than my human consorts. We were due to leave Leeds fairly early this morning, but circumstances conspired to get us off to a late start. So, just a little before noon, we rolled out onto US 15 and headed north. We had a refueling stop in Cedar City that went flawlessly, and continued north until we hit the start of I-70 and took off to the east. I had gotten my lunch before we left, and, wanting for nothing, napped most of the way. My sleep was frequently disturbed by exclamations like “OMIGOD!” and “Awesome!” from my fellow travelers, which I took to be comments on the scenery that we were passing through. These outbursts became so frequent and so fervent that I finally had to get off the couch and take a look out the windshield to see what was prompting all of this. Well, I have to say, it was impressive. Everything was reddish, and everything was huge! The scenery really was awesome.

I overheard Don ask Geri, “Can you imagine driving through this area on a single lane gravel road in a 1962 Corvair?” Geri looked at him like he was crazy. Don had to agree that he had been at the time, but he had been determined to save about 50 miles of highway travel by doing so. I agreed with both of them.
We arrived at our destination, Green River, Utah, just before five in the afternoon, and got assigned a pull-through site. While Don got the rig set up, Geri and I explored the place. According to our directories, this is the finest RV Park in Green River. I’m glad we didn’t settle for second best. Grass is hard to find, and usually has a “No Pets” sign on it. The roads are gravel, which I hate. And there’s hardly anyone here! This is not big tourist season in Green River. But there are apparently some things here that Don wants to see, so we’ll be checking them out tomorrow. He fixed some salad, which resulted in a few pitiful remnants for me, and Geri took me out for a sundown walk. Well, I guess it’s better than West Texas, which I shudder to remember. We’ll see how it goes tomorrow. Nite, all!