On Monday, May 14th, we find the post office in Spanish Fork and inquire about a dog park. No dog park here, but there’s one in Provo and one in Orem the clerk tells me, handing over my forwarded mail.
Okay, guys, we need to spread out our time here, so you’ll get your dog park time, but not until we leave Spanish Fork —- camping area is WALMART again. Fries lets me know how he feels about this.
We have a gorgeous view of the towering mountains.
We spend some time at the local sports park in some nice shade while I work on blog posts, and we take a walk around the huge sports complex to complete day one. Day two we find a laundromat and get a ton of clothes and dog bedding washed. You guys don’t have to sleep in stinky beds tonight!!!
The plan is two nights here, two nights in Provo, two in Orem, and we’ll see what the weather man is up to then. Hopefully the storms will be through by that time, and we can head on outta Utah and into Wyoming.
After two nights at Wally in Spanish Fork we head to Provo’s dog park. I have the address in the GPS and it takes us ….
TO THE AIRPORT!!! Dang. Okay, we’ll go right to Walmart in Provo. We find Wally okay put it’s posted: NO OVERNIGHT CAMPING. Well, pooh. Come on boys, we’re not buying our stuff here. Let’s go to Orem.
The website I find for Orem’s dog park doesn’t give an actual address, but says it’s in Mt Timpangonos Park. An input into the GPS brings up nothing. Well dang it. Sitting behind the wheel thinking–a sometimes dangerous past time–that the thought of getting on I-15 for a second time is very unappealing I decide I don’t want to find Wally in Orem. But we have to get out of here and find some place to go.
I spy a Family Dollar as we are making our way toward the congestion of Provo, and I swing in there. I grab a few things and take them to the counter where I ask the clerk about the dog park. She gives me the deer-in-the-headlights-look and I tell her it’s supposed to be on 1600 E and I ended up at the airport using my GPS. She looks a little confused and tells me that’s way out by the institution. I don’t know where that is, we’re just passing through I tell her. She gives me a look. (??? — is she suggesting …..for me???). She doesn’t know of any dog park. Okay, I’m about ready for that institution. I thank her and go back to the van.
I don’t dare say the DP words; Fries gets all jazzed up too easily. I just climb in the van and tell the boys we’re headed north. Charlie gives me the “What’s new?” look and curls up for a nap.
I bite the bullet and decide we best just head to Heber City. There’s either a Wally there where we can stay or it will be the next town on the list. I plug Heber City into the GPS and the voice in the device—who by the way screws up the pronunciation of almost everything—tells me where to go. Stop it! I know what you’re thinking! I’m going to tell HER where to go if she says tuh-hundred (200) one more time.
We head out, having to do freeway for a bit. OMG these people are such crazy drivers and they’re going 80, but I make it to Hwy 189 and we head up Provo Canyon.
It’s not too far when I see that name, that Mt. Timpangonos and it looks like a ….. Park. Could it be? It says nothing about a dog park, but I pull in anyway and look around. I see nothing until my eyes rest on what looks like poop bags hung on fencing WAAAAAY in the back.
I get out my camera and zoom in. It’s the dog Park!!! The Chiweenie Brothers perk right up. Fries puts his front paws on the dash and gazes out the window, tail wagging. Well, you little turkeys are blessed today. Come on boys, let’s get you leashed.
They aren’t as excited when we get inside the first gate as I thought they would be, but it’s hot. They run around a bit and do their sniff stuff. Fries and Charlie are the only two here; that could be part of their disinterest, too. There’s a bench in the shade and I sit there and take a few pictures.
It isn’t long before the boys are panting. It’s really warm in the sun. We head back to the van.
Remembering a sign that said Bridal Veil Falls I keep an eye out for that. They have a large parking lot that you can park in, right off the highway, and I walk over to grab some photos. WOW! It’s gorgeous, but a little lean on water, especially down at the bottom. Snap, snap, snap I start taking pictures: Of the falls, of the mountain, of the mountains behind us. These are the monsters one can see from Spanish Fork, Provo, Orem, and on.
We travel on and get to Heber City where, blessedly, there are no signs saying we can’t park for the night. We. Are. Done. For. The. Day. I’ll get those supplies tomorrow and decide whether to try another night or move on.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna