Snow On The Horizon

       

I have convinced myself that I am on the way home. I have been traveling mainly north on highway 89. But then the highway turned west and I rolled through  Kanab. I looked for the coffee shop I have visited in the past but it was shuttered, so all I could do was find an adequate parking spot and brew my own espresso. 

The Van With A Name Espresso Maker

Fortified with koffee I headed north again and cruised past the legendary  Quail Park Lodge.

Where Pool Noodles Were Discovered

Years ago, on a motor bike ride through this country my traveling compadre and I stopped here and discovered that boutique retro motels were a thing. They were clean. They were comfortable,  and they had pool noodles…The motel is still here, still in operation, and still looks top of the shop.

There are some pretty interesting rocks to see around here, and so I thought as long as I was in the neighborhood I might as well take a look, and so I charted a course to Bryce Canyon.

Looking at camping options I was surprised to see that the National Park only had one camp open, the North Campground, located across from the visitor center, and it appeared full. Other options in the area included Rubys Inn.

I gave ruby a call and secured a spot for the evening.  When I arrived, I discovered that Ruby’s was a huge operation  consisting of a large hotel, store & trinket shop, restaurant , pools and a RV park with about 240 spots.  Most of that wasn’t open, but they did have rv spots behind one of the buildings, without water, but with power.

I opted for the spot but was unable to negotiate a 10% discount  or secure west bester points in spite of the establishments affiliation with the hotel chain. Oh well I don’t feel so bad now about having a small amount of wastewater escape their uphill almost 45-degree angle to the ground sewer pipe.

Early the next morning with my camera ready and at my side I entered the park.

Bryce 

Bryce Point

 

What a spectacular serene place, made better by the early morning light and almost no other visitors…

Satisfied I had enough pictures of rocks I cruised out of the park, and back to highway 12. With a stop in Escalante, and finally off the road for the night at Torrey at the wonderland RV Park.

While paying and chatting up the proprietor I noticed that he had printed the 5-day weather forecast and taped it to the counter. Everything looked good except for tomorrow the forecast was for snow.