May 24, 2018, with Montpelier ID as our intended destination, we head north on Hwy 30 and leave Wyoming behind.
Along the way we stop in several places to read information at the kiosks provided. Hwy 30 is part of the Oregon Trail where early emigrants, mostly from Missouri, traveled by wagon train to get to Oregon and California. At this particular stop the descent from the BIG HILL was described as being the worst of the whole 2000 mile journey.
We travel through some beautiful ranching country.
We get to Montpelier and the hunt begins for the dog park that is here. The boys need some free run time and I especially want to find this particular park as it was the senior project of a local high school girl. There is no address, just the name of the road, Adams. I plug that into the GPS and we are taken on ride out of town, around a loop named Sharon, and finally out into what is a housing area, and then onto a dirt road. Twelve miles out I see this going nowhere I want to be, and I turn the van around. Sorry guys. SOOOOO happy I didn’t mention the D.P. words!!! They know the difference. I’m learning.
As we get back into town I notice a sign advertising that Butch Cassidy robbed a bank here. That devil gets around! Last I heard his name was back in Circleville, UT!! We’re not stopping.
We do stop at a convenient spot, however, to check ice. There’s still a big chunk, and I want to see just how well the new little cooler will actually hold ice so … I read over the directions to our next probable camp and we head out.
The Montpelier Reservoir
is located right off the highway, and by the way we are back on 89, and we find a nice little spot by the overflow spillway. Lots of room to walk the Chiweenie Brothers and some lovely grass for lying in the sun. They won’t even miss the dog park I couldn’t find!
We only spend two nights here. The intention was to spend all of Memorial Day Weekend here and be off the highways, but not all of this gypsy life is moonlight and roses. There’s partying going on at the other end of this parking area, but we don’t hear much of it, however, someone takes exception and a sheriff shows up. A trailer that had been parked but unoccupied for the two days we are here is suddenly gone. A woman–a very gleeful look on her face–begins backing HER trailer into that vacated spot. I think we have the unhappy camper right here with us now.
Later in the afternoon someone, who apparently knows the unhappy-but-soon-happier camper, pulls their huge travel trailer right in front of us, and I do mean right in front of us. All I can see out of Freedom’s windshield is their trailer’s slide out. UGH! By Saturday morning the area is so packed full of people one cannot step outside without being in someone else’s camp. We are out of here.
Back to the town of Montpelier we go to get an internet signal so I can do research on where to head for a camp. KOA is real close, but they want $35 for a dry camp. Nope, not going to happen. I remember a campground just beyond KOA called Montpelier Canyon and with nothing else close by and a tentative direction to head if it is full we head back up the way we came.
Driving into the campground I am delighted to discover not only are there several spots available, there is a site, fairly secluded, along a chattering creek, and the cost is only $10 per night, half that for us old folk. And here we stay until Monday morning.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs!
Water: No Garbage: No
Bathrooms: Vault Electricity: No
Tables: Yes Shower: No
Fire Pit: Yes BBQ: No
# of Sites: 15 Fee: $10 per night, $5 with senior pass
Other: Not all sites are shaded, and the campground is right next to the highway although I didn’t find the traffic bothersome. Sites are small, and probably only a couple of them will accomodate a real large travel trailer, probably not a motorhome. Most sites have enough shrubbery and aspen trees to give a very descent amount of privacy between sites. I lucked out and even had privacy from the road through the campground.