Interstate Observations

After our dry camping shakedown my RV compadre’s and I spent two nights in Page Arizona, we planned on doing  the  Upper  Antelope Canyon Tour.

The tour was well worth the cost, as the canyon is spectacular. If you ever used windows, you have seen shots of the Canyon, as it’s been used twice for backgrounds.

I took a lot of photos. Actually, I took a lot of lousy photos as you can’t bring a tripod on the tour like the windows people did

The Blue Lady

Chopping off her head was by accident

 

Inside The Canyon

My compadres have to take their machine to an aunt’s house in Saint George Where with the use aunties well equipped shop PEMA will be renewed.

Saint George The Dragon Slayer No Dragons Sighted On This Trip

Good Job George!

It is a easy drive from Page to aunties house in Saint George, but no one really wants to stop RVing so we decide to spend our last night camping in Kanab, and so we settled into the Kanab RV Corral and had a great time filling water tanks, emptying water tanks, and getting hamburgers from Big Als

After a night of driveway camping I give aunties resort 10 for 10, and now its time to face the Interstate

Kenworth Race Trucks

I 15 is like a conveyor belt of trucks, all moving as fast as the 80 mpg speed limit or faster.

I only make it to Richfield. The road is putting me to sleep. Camping was easy to find at a KOA that has drained all the water for winter, but it wasn’t a bad deal for just electricity.

A fresh start in the morning with the goal of Lava Hot springs, I fill up at the local station where even at this early time of day people abandon their vehicles at the gas pumps and go into the convenience store, or go to the toilet, take a shower, I don’t know what they do, but do they think they are the only ones on the planet that need fuel, and that its ok to just park there blocking the pumps. It’s not like there isn’t plenty of parking, most even closer to the store than the pumps.

Abandoned  Vehicles

Be considerate, and don’t abandon your vehicle at the gas pumps.

Back on I 15 and facing a morning of getting through the   1 million plus salty city built near the remnants of a inland sea I spotted the giant sign for LOVES.

I had plenty of fuel, but I kind of like LOVES coffee. I know its most likely comes out of a pouch like on the ships, or maybe its Farmer Brothers brewed in a Bunn, but it was still early enough for coffee and after yesterday’s sleepy time while driving I figured why not.

Fixing my cup and then waiting to pay I was only number 2 in the queue behind a fella that was flirting with the cashier, a woman who was an A+ graduate of the tammy fay baker school of cosmetology, and she had on so many layers of color, and mascara and other color things that I know nothing about and do not want to. 

She Had Kaleidoscope Eyes

Both of them were lamenting on the amount of animals killed on the road. I didn’t know what animals they were talking about but I assumed deer , and I was reassured when eyes said she hit a deer last year.

Me I wanted to say well maybe going 100 in a 80 zone and being rude , distracted, and unskilled drivers might account for how many animals have been killed. But then I thought they are probably anti-union republicans, and I’m not

My new road name might have to be Zipper as I have been keeping my mouth shut here in klan country.