Three Camps

May 7, 2018.  After our one night in Piute Reservoir State Park we once again head north on 89.  We need supplies and I don’t feel like searching for a campsite so it’s going to be a Wally night in the town of Richfield, UT

Before settling down in our spot on the macadam at Wally World I find a Lion’s Park  and The Chiweenie Brothers and I spend the majority of the day in the shade of some large oaks .  I read, the boys enjoy the lush grass on their long leads attached to the stakes I push into the soft carpet of grass.

Next morning, up early, I purchase our supplies, and we move on to a camp off Gooseberry Road that runs alongside I-15 near Salina. It’s a nice, quiet, free camp with about seven or eight spots next to a muddy little river. It has a vault toilet, fire rings, and metal tables.  And lots of fox tail weeds.  They are green so not much of a problem, but I wouldn’t want to be here when they dry.

After two nights here we move on to a spot in the Manti-La Sal National Forest near Spring City, winding through houses, then farms until we get to the Forest Service road that takes us to the top of the mountain. The road is a little wash boardy and narrow in a few places,  but the road ending at a trail head has a vault toilet and several real nice tent camping sites.


This is the hiking trail not the road we came in on!

 A couple are coming down off the trail with their golden retriever.  The man puts a set of goggles on the dog after he helps him into the back of their pickup; the man explains the dog has allergies.



The Chiweenie Brothers and I hike a ways up the trail, but don’t get too far.  I am not sure what the altitude is here, but I get out of breath enough to decide to head back to the van. I decide to take a nap., and it’s not long before I hear a hearty shout. “Hello! Anybody home?”  It’s a gentleman who works for the utility company and he’s here to ride his ATV up the trail to check on things.

We chat for a bit, and after talking with him I decide to go back down nearer civilization. The bears are awake he tells me, and they’re hungry; don’t leave food out.  He also says a storm is coming in.  AND …. as I’ve already found out for myself,  there’s no internet up here. I thank him for the info and he loads up his ATV and heads down the mountain.  Worried that rain may make the road a snotty mess we head back down, too.

It was a good decision as later that afternoon a storm does indeed blow in and the mountain’s top is wreathed in fog. We are here until Monday as the weather is worse, according to my weather app, the farther north you go.  And we have internet down here 🙂 and a lovely little burbling creek to lull us to sleep at night. It’s a wonderful four days in our little camp.

DSC_0008We are up early —- let me rephrase that—- I am up early on Monday and finish the last little bit of stuff that needs doing before we head out. The boys are still snuggled under the covers because it’s kind of nippy this morning. They soon rally forth though, once they realize I am fixing their breakfast.

I take them for a quick walk after they eat and then I climb into the driver’s seat and they clamber up on their front passenger platform and settle in.  Off we go.

I make a few stops in town as I had noticed these old homes on the way to our camp and I wanted to take some shots of them before heading to Spanish Fork to pick up the mail and find a boondocking site.



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Butch Cassidy and the Donkeys

. . . After soaking in Bryce we head out, going north (on 89 again!!) toward Circleville where we stop at Butch Cassidy’s childhood home which is under restoration.




The boys are awake from their nap and getting fidgety, and I am getting hungry so I keep an eye out for a place to stop.  Official rest areas are hard to come by on secondary roads, but we were smiled upon today and come across this lovely spot.


We park, the boys are taken out to hike a leg, then we get back in the van and I begin making lunch.  Business taken care of the boys will have to wait on their walkabout.  I no sooner get things out to make a sandwich than I notice the boys staring out the driver’s side window, Charlie softly whining.  They’ve spotted something.

“Okay, boys, we’ll check it out, but give me a few minutes to get something in my stomach, will ya?”  I wolf down my sandwich, leash them up and we head across the large paved road to see what we can see.

It’s these two!!! They are adorable and friendly, and the boys are even okay with me giving them a pet and planting a kiss or two on those sweet noses.


Rested and raring to continue on, we motor away from the the Sevier River which we have been following all the way through the canyon.  Coming out the other side I find the Piute State Campground located on the Piute Reservoir and decide here is where we will stay tonight.




Thanks for stopping by! Hugs, Shawna
PS We have been without cell or internet for days. Sometimes it’s spotty, sometimes it’s non-existent. Thank goodness I can write and schedule posts in advance for publishing or we would be more than far behind!

Water: No — at least not at this time of year. I didn’t find any, but I didn’t look too hard.      Garbage:  No
Bathrooms: Vault Toilets     
Electricity:  No
Tables:  No                              
Shower:  No
Fire Pit:  Yes                            
# of Sites:   As many as will fit I guess; they were not numbered and sites appeared haphazard and were not too level 

Fee: $8.00 a night
Other:  For a state park this didn’t cut it.  I didn’t find water, although there may have been water, tables, and BBQs at the picnic area which I didn’t drive to.  The bathrooms were locked where we camped!


May 4, 2018 –  after spending two nights in a great camp in the Dixie National Forest off of Hwy 12 we are up early to go through Bryce Canyon today!

Bryce is a fairyland of walls/fins, holes/windows, and hoodoos all eroded out of the limestone cliffs from cold weather, rain, and snow.  Frost-wedging (where moisture freezes, expands, and forces pieces of the walls or fins to fall away) enlarges cracks in the fins creating holes or windows. As the windows grow their tops eventually collapse which leaves a column. Rain further dissolves the limestone pillars into spires called hoodoos.  Who do? We do!! It’s a fascinating glimpse into the ever-changing landscape of this national park.



After soaking up Bryce we head out, going north (on 89 again!!) toward Circleville. We need to find a camp. It’s been a long day!

Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna.  The Chiweenie brothers would say hello, but they are fast asleep.  Lizard patrol is a serious business, and they need a nap.






Zion National Park

April 29. 2018 .  Zion National Park is unbelievable. So many different vistas .

Lots of photos coming up. No words necessary.   ENJOY!




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Later in the afternoon we emerge from the park and drive through the beautiful little town of Springdale.

Beautiful memories of Zion along for the ride we head to Hurricane UT where the boys get a good hard romp at the dog park. No photos of The Chiweenie Brothers, mom was too tired to try and catch the action.

We then head to St. George to meet up with Peggy and the search begins for a camping spot.  We run all over creation trying to find a spot and eventually succeed near La Verkin, UT with a BLM boondocking spot off Dalton Wash where we camped in front of a vertical wall of rock.  With no internet reception, of course.

Peg leaves for Moab early in the morning and we head back to the dog park and spend a couple of hours, and end up spending two more nights off Dalton Wash before heading — NORTH on I-15 to Cedar City where we spend a night in Walmart’s parking lot.

Hugs, Shawna


Kanab UT and Twin Hollow Canyon

April 22, 2018 – Having packed up last night it’s a no-rush morning to leave our beautiful camp at the BLM Vermillion Cliffs and climb the Kaibab Plateau.

Once we reach the top we find the Jacobs Lake Campground which hasn’t opened yet this year. The store doesn’t look like it’s open either, but we don’t stop since we are good for supplies at this point.

I begin the search for a campsite on Forest Service land and it isn’t long until I spy a road on the right. I turn here and in just a few hundred yards come to a road that looks promising. It’s a bit close to the highway, but I am hoping to get internet if I stay close which ended up being in vain, but it’s a nice camp. Lots of big pine trees, and not a through road so we won’t be bothered by through traffic. 

The Chiweenie Brothers and I spend a quiet, relaxing four days here and then Mary, one of the gals we’re doing a meet-up in, joins us and we stay for two more days. We intended to stay longer but on Saturday, the prediction for 70 mph winds on Sunday prompts us to pack up and skeedaddle early Sunday morning. Not liking to leave, but no sense pushing the envelope by staying under these lovely pines in those kinds of winds.

DSC_0010It’s about a 30 minute drive to Kanab, just across the border from Arizona. Mary and I both need gas and a few groceries before the camp hunt begins. We also make a stop at McD’s for coffee since it was up and at ’em early this morning. We do a search for dispersed camping. It isn’t long before we find a couple of promising sites, and it’s back into traffic and heading north again on 89, Mary in the lead. Traffic thins out as we leave Kanab and head up the canyon


The scenery is gorgeous.

DSC_0016 (1)Not too far north, maybe 17 miles or so, we find the horse and ATV staging area, but can’t find Twin Hollows Canyon Road. Mary goes scouting, I take the dogs for a walk. She soon returns and tells me it’s right across the road, the road that says dead end.

This area, too, has some beautiful cliffs and there’s a small creek at the back of our camp.

We set up camp with the intention of staying longer, but after our first night we discuss what we want to do, and the plan changes. I need to go back to Kanab and make a visit to the post office as my camera lens has been delivered from Amazon, general delivery. That’s first on my list.

We both want to see the world’s largest no-kill animal sanctuary located outside of Kanab, but I also want to meet up with Peggy, the other half of our meet-up group. If I don’t meet up with her I won’t see her as she and Mary are heading on to Moab. I’ve seen Moab and would rather visit new places.

Mary goes to the sanctuary, and I have decided to head to Zion N. P. then meet Peggy in St. George for a one-night camp with her before she heads on east.

It’a a mad dash back to Kanab, pick up the lens, then back north to catch Hwy 9 east that goes through the park.  I contact Peg and make plans to meet somewhere around St. George, place unknown until we are both in that area later today.

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs. Hugs, Shawna

Our Vermillion Cliffs Camp

The Chiweenie Brothers are up early this morning, and are ready to take a walk and hike a couple legs.  That out of the way I make us our breakfast. Soaked kibble mixed with some raw hamburger for them, oatmeal with coconut, banana, and cinnamon for me.  I want to make it to State Line Campground today and take a few days to rest up, so one more quick walk and I fire up Freedom and we’re off.

I don’t drive more than a quarter of a mile and a huge sign on the left announces BLM land and lots of it.  Looks like pretty good dirt road, and I decide this would be better than a packed campground any day! I turn right and it’s not far until I find a spur road on the left that looks like it goes behind a small hill.  Seclusion sounds wonderful, and we slowly make our way behind this hill to a wonderful quiet camp that we have all to ourselves.

We spend a  couple of wonderful windless days all to ourselves on a knoll above the valley with the Vermillion Cliffs in the background. The peace and quiet is soothing. I can see the highway and the tiny cars and trucks climbing the Kaibab Plateau, but I can’t hear a thing.

It’s early morning on the third day. By the time I get out from under my cozy warm bed, and get my shoes on the let The Chiweenie Brothers do their morning thing the wind picks up, and storm clouds gather.

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And it begins to rain, then this happens …

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The boys want outside and I try to tell them they won’t like what’s going on, but being ever suspicious that they might miss something they have to see for themselves. I leash them up and open the side doors and they look outside. I can’t push them out.  “WHAT????” is the general consensus. “We’re not going out there!!!”

“Fine with me,” I tell them, and we climb back under the covers and wait for a small break in the storm.  They dash out and get their potty run, then it’s back inside to listen to the thunder roll.

It seesaws back and forth between showers, partial clearing, and then the clouds are blown back in, and it rains or sleets for a time. The clouds move on, then the angry wind hustles them back in. And so it goes most of the day until the wind seemingly tires of pushing the dark clouds around and gives up, leaving some nice clear skies and some cold air behind.

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Thanks for stopping by! Hugs, Shawna



Balancing Rocks and a Big Bird

Once past the Navajo Bridge and the official part of the Vermillion Cliffs, we find the Balancing Rocks.

The one on the far left looks like a hippopotamus to me.  🙂

This was a fun and interesting little break in our day’s drive, but there’s more to come and we head onward.

We drive on with the intention of making it to Stateline Campground for a couple night’s stay, but it’s been a very long day. About 150 miles, but lots of in and out of the van grabbing photos and fighting the wind to get back into the van. I need to stop and The Chiweenie Brothers need another walk.
Up ahead I see what looks like a promising stopping point only to find out it is House Rock Wilderness Area and it’s 25 miles of rough dirt road to get back to this remote area where buffalo roam and CONDORS were introduced in 1998. Tempting, but 25 miles of rough dirt road is just not appealing this late in the day. I just don’t have it in me. Wait …

I look at the photo of a condor on the wall of the information kiosk. It can’t be. I pull out my bird identification book. White stripe on the wings. Bald yellowish head with a sturdy beak. Oh my gosh! I think it was a condor I saw gliding above the Colorado River back at Navajo Bridge!!!! This is beyond exciting and wish I had gotten a photo of that bird dang it! I am so tempted to take this 25 mile drive, but with high winds and possible rain I don’t feel that my chances of spotting a condor are very good, and 25 miles of dirt road … I pull back out onto Highway 89A.

And where do we end up? A gravel area alongside Highway 89A. We are the only ones here, and we park for the night. It ends up being really nice and quiet as once night settled in traffic became nil.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs.


Navajo Bridge and The Vermillion Cliffs

After the Little Painted Desert, the landscape changes to the beginning of the Vermillion Cliffs. It’s more gorgeous scenery.

Once we get to the “official” section of the Vermillion Cliffs, the National Monument portion, we also come to Navajo Bridge, the bridge that spans the Colorado River on this section of Highway 89A. It’s high at 700+ feet and the view from the pedestrian bridge alongside the highway bridge is spectacular. Colorado, which means red, doesn’t apply here. The water is a gorgeous emerald green flowing through the steep rock walls on both sides.

The scenery just before Navajo Bridge

I see an odd looking buzzard and am unable to get him photographed as the wide metal walkway has high security fences and while I was able to photograph the river through security fence of the walkway, capturing a moving target proved impossible. It’s a vulture of some kind with large sturdy beak for ripping carrion and a strip of white on the upper side of its wings.

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These photos, below, are the “official” beginning of the Vermillion Cliffs National Monument, with electrical wires  we forget there  civilization out here.

Thanks for stopping by!
Hugs, Shawna

The Little Painted Desert

April 19, 2018
The gorgeous pueblo ruins of Wupatki are left behind, and I point Freedom’s nose once again northward on highway 89A.

Cameron is the destination for an overnight, but it ends up only being a small respite because I do not find anywhere that looks like a good spot to camp even for one night. I do find a spot to park, have lunch, and walk the dogs, but this is Navajo Reservation land. I don’t think we will find anything unless a casino pops up. It doesn’t.

I haven’t been looking forward to this part of our journey as it looks pretty dreary on the map, but just beyond Cameron the scenery changes from blah to beautiful in an otherworldly way. We are entering The Little Painted Desert. Small hillocks of gray with colorful bare mountains in the background and it changes every few miles to something else as equally interesting.

The wind begins to kick up and it’s blowing with a furious force. Fortunately it is coming from the south so we have a nice tail wind to help us along. Getting out for photos is another story, but I am perfecting my wind stance. Clear, in-focus shots may be something else and not due to dropping the camera either. That’s a whole ‘nother problem, but I snap away and hope for the best as the wind tries to keep the doors closed on the van.


I call this “Spilled Toffee” as those square pieces of rock look like toffee to me.

We take a little break, I walk the boys beside this totally weird and wondrous landscape, then it’s back in the van to continue on.  Charlie gives the go-ahead, assuring me there are no errant lizards about.


The Chiweenie Brothers and I thank you for tagging along on our adventures. Hugs, Shawna

CURRENT READ:  Dead Mountain by Donnie Eichar. The untold true story of the death of nine hikers in Russia.  The author searches for the reason the young college students died, and the findings are pretty amazing.




Wupatki National Monument

April 18, 2018. It’s a gorgeous morning, and I can’t believe the sleep I got last night! Not a single sound in our camp. We were totally alone and the stars were particularly bright.  

We  head out to visit the different areas where Wupatki Pueblo ruins can be seen.

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We start with the Wupatki National Monument Visitor’s Center, the hub of it all where visitors get the brochures and all the info about this beautiful place.

Wupatki Pueblo was built and occupied during the 1100s and abandoned after a nearby volcano erupted and forced them to vacate the high desert land they had cultivated for 400 years.

Their homes were built with stones cemented with clay and entrance was gained through the roofs made with wooden support beams, support poles, and covered by shakes, grass and clay or adobe. The rock and mortar are still here today, however the roofs are long gone due to rot and scavenging by those needing the wood

We motor back down to the Citadel Pueblo. As I grab the camera (which focuses, after being dropped, some of the time … there’s a lot of fiddling) and leave the boys in the van with the windows partly down I hear howls of protest. Geez, can’t even get a bit of time to myself! Poor spoiled babies.

Are these awesome or what? I am fascinated with these ruins, and the thought crosses my mind that Arizona has so much to offer.

Hopping back in the van I fire her up and we head to the Lomaki Ruins

If I have the opportunity to come this way again I will take the road to Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument coming out of Flagstaff and do the loop which will only add 15 miles to our northerly trip and will be able to take in both Sunset Crater and Wupatki.
Now it’s decision time. Go? Stay? I opt to head out. The predicted wind doesn’t seem like it’s going to be much of a problem … Ha!

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! We’re having a blast and I hope you are enjoying coming along for the adventure. Hugs, Shawna