Blindly Following The Path Of The Beam

 

Not Lost Yet

Being all spiffy clean I was anxious to get back on the road. I left Rock Springs before daylight, found a gas station, filled up the van with a name and was off down Wyoming highway  191.

Now I only made it just past the local prison because right there on the side of the road was a large sign that said, “Road Closed When Lights Are Flashing.” I thought 191 was the main road. 

Let Those Lights Shine

It was dark, there was no excuse for not seeing the flashing lights. I pulled off the road and remembered the not very nice lady eastbound, at the KOA in Pocatello Idaho who asked me “ Don’t you use 511”?

What a great time to try out 511. So, I did and sure enough 191 was closed. Shuttered for winter, or another regressive state that scraped socialist  snowplows.

 The alternative was to go to Green River and take highway 530 through the Flaming Gorge

Highway 530 is maintained all winter.  (winter in Wyoming lol)  (( its over)) 

Now highway 530 I rode both north and south on state of the art “Electra Glides” in blazing triple digit heat. 

Stuck in one  of the van with a name  USB ports, is a memory drive,   with music from one of those bikes.  I wiggled it, music came on. I touched the rolled-up window. It was cold. I turned the music up and danced best as I could from the helm of the van with a name. I danced better on this road on a bike!

My FLHTC From Years Ago

The goal was to get through Utah, but Utah is pretty wide, so I would have to stay somewhere.

I was hoping for a roadside camp, but once again everything was shuttered, because of  “Winter.”

Chupacabra's Along The Path Of The Beam

Leaving the Gorge the scenery was pretty nice, but soon turned to mountain passes and a lot of snow, leaving nothing to do but to carry on.

These Rock Formations Do Look Good With Some Snow Dust On Them

I checked my map, and Google to  look for options in Provo Utah and came up with a state park on the shores of Utah lake, which is a is more of a inland sea than  a huge lake. It was open, and it had camping according to the state web site.

I locked the GPS  to the park and blindly followed the beam. Soon I was in town, and in traffic, still following the path of the beam.

Had there not been so many churches, temples, sacred stones,  sacrificial sites, and pyres of burning witches, I might have been able to look to my right and see the giant lake, but I couldn’t, and soon the beam led me to a city park in a residential neighborhood.

One Creepy Neighborhood 

With the GPS now programed to the actual lake I drove back on the same road past all the religious foolery and was thinking that there are more buildings to religious nonsense on this one street than there are Dollar General stores in Kansas.

Just Floor It And Go By If You See One Of These!

At the actual State park on the lake the Ranger  told me that the campground was closed, and I said I could see that as there was a Closed signed attached to the closed gate.

Fortunately, just back up the road was a commercial RV park that looked expensive and was. The lady checking me in did everything but ask for a DNA sample, and maybe she got that off my credit card as she hung onto it for quite a while.

A Secure Oil Company Sign Forest At The RV Park