Montpelier, ID

May 24, 2018, with Montpelier ID as our intended destination, we head north on Hwy 30 and leave Wyoming behind.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

Bear River State Park, Evanston, WY

Coming down off Hwy 150 with Evanston in our sight we make the Bear River State Park  our goal.  From the info I was able to obtain from internet this is a free state park with not only paved walking/biking trails that follow the Bear River, but unpaved hiking trails as well.  It’s been called one of Evanston’s biggest gems.

I easily find the park. It is threatening rain, but I head out with The Chiweenie Brothers anyway and we follow the unpaved path until we feel the first drops of moisture.  We scurry back to the van and head for Walmart..

I spend time in the store stocking up on supplies then trudge back to the van and put it away.  It’s not raining too hard, but enough that neither the boys nor I want to be outside.  I settle in for some reading, and the boys nap.

Next morning we try the unpaved trail again, and we make it pretty far back, the boys enjoying the new smells and time outside without getting wet.

LOVE this guy!

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DSC_0013 (1)I couldn’t get back far enough to get this in one shot without going in the drink, but imagine the two photos above as one. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to see water cascading down over the little protected area in the bottom photo? I keep this spot in mind in case we are surprised with a downpour.

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Within the park is also a large enclosure with a small herd of buffalo and some elk. I did not see the elk, but the bison have calves!  What a treat to see!

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CURRENT READ: Sweet Hollow Women by Holly Tierney-Bedord


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

White Spar Camp Ground

Saturday, March 31, 2018 turns out to dawn bright and beautiful with no wind.  I decide we will leave today instead of tomorrow.  Scurrying around breaking camp the boys know we are leaving and they are beyond excited.  As we pull out Fries does his usual thing of putting his front legs on the dash, hind legs still in the seat and gazes out the windshield. I have tried and failed to get a photo of him doing this, so you’ll just have to picture it in your mind.

Highway 89 North toward Prescott takes us on a climb in elevation toward the small town of Yarnell. This may or may not ring a bell for some of you, but it was near Yarnell, Arizona that a wildfire, ignited by lightning on June 28, 2013, overran and killed 19 City of Prescott firefighters, members of the Granite Mountain Hotshots. God bless our courageous men and women who do firefighting for a living.  Not too many braver than they.

Before we actually get to Yarnell I spy this alongside the road.  Someone else sees things in rocks and mountains!  Ha!


As we cruise through Yarnell I spot this as we drive by and had to stop, walk back, and take a photo of it.


The only goal for today is to find a place to stay for the rest of the weekend that has cell service so I can call the clinic in Prescott Valley and see if they can get me in to look at that tooth in the upper left corner. 

We have managed to level out after Yarnell, but soon we begin to climb again and it’s about 15 miles of wonderful road (saying that with tongue in cheek).  For those who know Pit One Grade from where I came from it’s like that only a lot longer; not enough guard rail, two-lane, mountain-on-one-side-gorge-on-the-other, but with many switchbacks and a lot of traffic.  And what goes up must come down … YIKES!!!  Sorry folks no photos here!

After that adventure in driving we come to White Spar Campground, a USFS offering that is just a couple miles from Prescott.  Not thinking we will find anything else on up the road before we hit town I pull in and sign us up for two nights. It’s actually all the camp host will allow us and we get site #2 only because the people who reserved it decided not to take it.  It’s a blessing and the two days will take us to Monday when I can make that phone call. From there on out the site is available for two night stints until the 6th when it’s reserved for someone.  

I much prefer boondocking, but sometimes that just isn’t available, so I am thankful.  Our neighbors to the right have bird feeders out and when I am not reading or blogging, I am watching the birds. 

Nuthatches, rufous sided towhees, and a big ‘ol raven keep us amused

There are TREES here—oaks, pines, and some juniper—and I am able to run a line between two oaks so the boys can have a lot more freedom while I am slaving away at the computer.  Being in a campground means lots more noise and a lot less privacy, but nights are quiet and that, too, is a blessing as this campground is right on the highway.


Thanks for stopping by 2DOGS! Hugs, Shawna

Water:  Yes                          Garbage: Yes
Bathrooms: Vault toilet     Electricity: No
Tables: Yes                           Shower: No
Fire Pit:  Yes                         BBQ:  No
# of Sites:  50+ (I think)        Fee: $14 per night, half that with pass

OTHER:  Reservations are recommended, but if someone hasn’t shown up or there is a spot that isn’t taken prior to a reservation you can stay two nights at a time. Reservations take priority.

There are hiking and biking trails just as you pull into the area and a picnic table and parking lot.  These trails are BUSY!

The campground is right along Highway 89 so it’s quite noisy, but the traffic is almost nil at night. 








Congress, AZ

We leave Wickenburg and head back west on Hwy 60 to catch Hwy 71 north to Congress. It’s a gorgeous day, and as I turn right to head up 71 I notice that the scenery on the left side of the road is vastly different than the right. I pull over the take some photos and Fries goes berserk when he sees something black and ominous flapping in a creosote bush. DSC_0012
I take care of the black plastic scary thing and commence taking photos.
Left side of this two-lane road is plowed acreage being prepped for planting.
The right side is the untouched landscape of desert and mountains.
A bit farther down the road I remember that I forgot to let the boys out for a potty break and to stretch their legs. It’s not far between Wickenburg and Congress, and in fact the tiny town of Congress is considered a bedroom community of Wickenburg, but stops are stops and The Chiweenie Brothers look forward to those however brief they are. So as to not sadden these two hooligans I begin looking for another place to stop. I find a nice wide area with a view of an interesting rock mountain.

Shortly I find our turn, Ghost Town Road, take the short drive back into the boondocking area that was once the old town of Congress and commence scouting a site for us to call home for a couple of weeks.

There are a lot of little dirt roads that meander through the cacti, greasewood, and palo verde, some better than others. If you need an area that will accommodate a large travel trailer or motorhome turn at the Cemetery sign and begin looking immediately. The sites branching off farther along this nice graded dirt road can be anywhere from great to disastrous if you don’t look before you leap.
I find a nice area with a bit of shade and make camp. This consists of covering the windows and the side of the van where my cooler sits beneath one of the windows on the left side with Reflectix to keep the heat from building up inside. I cover the windshield with the heavy white vinyl shade I have to keep the sun off there, too. With these steps and keeping the back doors cracked, the front windows down, and the side doors open it keeps our vome much cooler.

I set up the solar panel to catch the afternoon rays, and place the woven plastic outdoor rug, my lounger, and dog stakes at our side doors and we’re set. The Reflectix panels I use on the outside are the same ones I use inside the windows at night if I have to park in a Walmart or campground where there are close neighbors.

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And speaking of neighbors, we are at least a quarter of a mile from our nearest neighbors on both sides. It’s so quiet and peaceful here, and we haven’t heard a peep out of anyone, not even our closest neighbors to the left.


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CURRENT READ:  White Rose, Black Forest by Eoin Dempsey. WWII story based on actual events from the perspective of Germans who despised Hitler and his vision. 


Wickenburg Dog Park

We head out of town and make a mandatory stop at the Wickenburg Dog Park located next to the airport.  The boys begin their chorus of “We’re here! We’re here!” the second they spy the large fenced enclosure and three other canine soon-to-be-friends inside.  They’re such a handful right now that I forget to take my camera in with us. This happens often as this is their usual response once they realize where we are.  The Chiweenie Brothers love their dog park time!

The park consists of a very large dirt area with bag dispensers everywhere along the fence.  A large covered area with chairs and a table are right by the entrance with a couple of tables and chairs under sparse shade trees in two different areas toward the middle.  There is a nice small area for smaller dogs (?) with a big ring of padded wrought iron chairs for group chat sessions I guess.  The bag holders are obvious. They do not want you to forget even if you are deep in conversation.



The three pooches here already are not too interested in romping with the boys so The Chiweenie Brothers romp and play together charging, play biting, tackling, and what seems to be a game of tag. Charlie tires and sits for a spell while I throw the ball for Fries.  That boy’s energy level never seems to drop!

When Fries finally quits wanting to retrieve the ball and I can tell Charlie has had enough I leash the boys and gather our poopy bags for depositing in the trash on our way out. 

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Bark, woof, wag!  The Chiweenie Brothers