From Zion to the Goosenecks in the Escalante-Staircase National Monument

We were just 'bout to leave Zion yesterday morning, when the earth started shaking and rumbling... as one of our "neighbors" pulled out...

*Small RV's don't suit some folks*

Like I said... "One size Don't fit all!" ;o)

All this wanderer needs is a mail car and a caboose! You almost expect to see a guy hanging out the side swinging a lantern and hollerin'... whatever it was those conductors used to holler!

I may have some difficulty sortin' out the next rig to replace our aging setup... but what I can say certain sure... though in the end I might not be able to get smaller is...

This is juuuust too much rig for me. He juuuuust squeezed 'tween the trees... but You go with what suits ya!

We took off in fine weather, rolled through the tunnel again and headed east along the vermilion cliffs out of Kanab... or at least another section of 'em. There is no One, vermilion cliffs. We came in along those that flank 89A... and came back east past those that run along 89 itself.

Was gonna pull over and snap a shot of the Glen Canyon Damn... but when I did they called out Stealth Drones, National Guard and the Secret Service... so I kept moving without a photo. ;)

Pokin' along like I do and having to run 250 miles or so it was running late when we passed by the most famous section of Monument Valley. I was a lil' concerned, as busy as Zion had been so early in the season that where we were planning to land might could be too... so I kept moving.

The result being that all I've got this morning is some snaps on the fly Heidi grabbed as we rumbled by...

Heading back today from this camp to try and do a proper vagabonds portrait expedition...

I was near right too... there were quite a few rigs at the Goosenecks Utah State park when we pulled in.

How many state parks have you ever heard of that were Free? Not much here other than the desert scenery... and it turns out that there's actually quite a few "spots" to park on past where we set up. It's not as "Full" as it first looked when we pulled in... We just didn't walk far enough checking it out... DOH!

It's funny to me... all this open country folks come to, to Get Away from it all... and ever'body scrunches in like if they pack close enough together the Kachina Boogeyman won't get 'em! :)

Must be eight or ten rigs, dang near bumper to bumper in a lil' section along the rim of the canyon, with the river below... and then an open mile or so of road on past with sites all along it.

We're hanging off the end of the "collection"... closer than I'd prefer... I just didn't realize that road extended as far as it does with all it's places to park on beyond us. All I could see was a narrow track out through the sage... I almost hitched back up once we discovered that and pulled on down... but, being lazy, and the rig was already level... it was hot... and that Sam Adams was calling softly from the refrigerator; "I'm Cold.... Wet... and I'm right over here... Briiiiiannnnnn..." :) What can I say... I'll be "sociable" for a night or two...

Sheesh... another lesson learned...

That's ok... we'll remember when we pass this way again.

*One of The "Goosenecks", out my door*

You can't see 'em from this angle... but straight down below the point of the gooseneck there's 6 or 8 rafts pulled up on the inside of the bend for their night camp...

The quiet... and dark... last night... Nice.

*In far country... the tribulations fade away*

... I surreptitiously caught a neighbor soaking up a bit of the quiet at sunset...

This is the kind of place you can just sit and watch... and just 'bout, consciously, feel the pressure releasing... your breathing coming slower and easier... the prodding to roll softening...

Maybe I'll make another pot of coffee, and run another album of Bob Seeger through the Ipod... 'fore we head out to Monument Valley...

Taking it Slow
Brian