Showing posts with label Camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camping. Show all posts
For July 4, Dick took us up to northeast Utah to camp next to a dam. We put up our tents, roasted German-style brats wrapped in dough over the fire, and spent the night playing games. The next morning, we were given a tour of the inside of the dam. I would definitely not be able to work in a place as big, dark and dank as that dam! But that technology is definitely astounding.
It was almost two hours of driving before the desert ebbed out into greenery. We stopped to check out a historical looking building and ended up getting an in-depth tour by the senior missionaries.
Then we located an isolated camping spot and spent the afternoon napping under a cloudless sky and even risking the icy cold for a dip in the creek. It took me a few hours to unwind and realize that we had these few days all to ourselves, no obligations! I wrote several pages of my novel while relaxing in the ambiance of the forest. For dinner, we set up a fire and cooked up some prepackaged food and peach cobbler in our new iron pan that we bought with wedding gift cards {along with our tent and chairs}.
After dark, as we chatted around the fire, we heard a horrendous screeching sound close to our tent. Uncertain of whether it was a mammal or a bird but realizing it sounded like a creature that was either very angry or otherwise getting its guts torn out, we dashed to the car and sat there with the brights on for twenty minutes before we got the courage to shuffle loudly outside with a hot marshmallow poker and move our tent.
Another day, we accidentally encountered a munching moose from just feet away in the marshland. We also hiked the narrow trails to the wind cave trails. My gripless Walmart shoes could have led to my demise on the slippery dirt entrance of the cave.
At the recommendation of a young family, we headed just a little farther up north and were not disappointed by the beautiful teal Bear Lake. On every corner was a restaurant taunting burgers and "world famous raspberry shakes," which of course we had to try. We stopped alongside the road and teased each other into swimming in the frigid lake to clean off the smoke and grime, and then we sun dried on the beach like we were in California.
We drove through several beautiful campsites in an attempt to find a place to spend the last night, and even though we found nothing, we were astounded by Tony Grove Lake. Like a scene out of Austria or Switzerland, this stunning lake was nestled in the forested mountains where wildflowers of every color sprung up in abundance.
On the drive home, we listened to Wheel of Time.
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