It’s Decided. Next up . . .

Four Corners! I always wanted to be in four states at one time, and I can’t imagine anything that would top the Cliff Dwellings in Mesa Verde National Park,  so we bypass Canyons of the Ancients and Hovenweep, heading to Four Corners.

We head west on Hwy 160 and drop back into high desert where the scenery reminds me of Monument Valley in Arizona.

Four Corners Monument is privately owned by the Navajo Indians. They charge a $5 entrance fee, which is reasonable, and all along the outer perimeter of where the four states of Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico meet are vendors hawking everything from food to T-shirts.  These items aren’t so reasonable.

I wait my turn behind a group taking selfies and group shots of themselves planted on the Four Corners intersection, then grab my own photo of being in four states at once.


Mentally crossing Four Corners off my bucket list, I go get The Boys out of the van, and we wander around the area outside of Vendor Square.  I spot a sign in the distance, and we walk over to see what that is all about. DSC_0022

It’s a trail that takes one down into the canyon below. Beautiful, but it looks like quite a hike back up out of there so, no Boys, we’re not going down there. It’s warming right up, and a sign warning about snakes keeps us at the top lest we change our minds.  I walk the guys around the dirt parking lot for a bit before heading out.

Back out on the highway we loop back around and begin heading back east toward Shiprock, spotting some interesting sights to stop and photograph.

DSC_0024 It’s good to have photos to show you again.  Lesson learned on that!

Thanks coming to Four Corners with us! Hugs, Shawna




As we travel on along Hwy 150, the Mirror Lake Scenic Byway, we miss maybe one opportunity for a campsite. It’s been a long day and I would like to find a camp, but all I see is private property on both sides of the road.  Eventually we leave the Unintah Mountains and that gorgeous drive behind us an the land levels out into ranch country.


The Wildflowers are in bloom down here
Evanston, WY lies ahead

Looks like a Wally night, but that’s okay.  We took one of the most beautiful scenic drives in  America, and a night at Wally is perfectly fine with me.

Thanks for joining us!

Over the Top on Hwy 150, the Mirror Lake Scenic Byway

On Monday, May 21st, we break camp at the beautiful Sulphur Campground and head out to enjoy the remaining miles through this stunning area.

We head even higher in elevation.  At every turn and mile it seems like there is something spectacular to see.


We climb higher and the  landscape changes.


The road is clear, but the lake I had intended on walking around with the boys is frozen and the ground is still covered in snow. There will be no hiking.


Hayden Peak

As we tip over the top, a few snow flurries begin to fall , but it is evident that the snow is losing its grip on the land.



We search for a camp …

Our Second Day at Yellow Pine, Hwy 150, and a New Camp

We are up at first light, and it’s a crystal clear morning; bright blue sky and clean fresh air. I begin the usual morning routine: A quick potty run for the boys, get coffee going, their breakfast, a cup of coffee, and then my breakfast, the usual; oatmeal with chopped fruit (this morning that’s dried apricots), coconut, and a few walnuts. All that seemingly done while still in the sleep coma.
While enjoying a second cup of caffeine, the boys let me know that it’s time to get outside. I leash them up and we take a walk through bushes and grass trying to get to the river. It becomes too wet so we hike back up to the dirt road and meander from our camp up to the highway and back and make several rounds around the loop that signifies the last places to camp in this dispersed camping area.


Big puffy white cumulus clouds—sheep wool clouds—begin to form in early afternoon. The boys are napping. I work on the blog, read, and take a short nap myself. It’s just a laid back day, like most of my days are now, and I feel very blessed.


We move camp today, ending up in a beautiful spot in an improved, pay-but-not-yet-open camp. There is no one here, but there’s no gate and no sign saying to keep out so I choose a spot. It appears it is kept open so travelers can use the vault toilets and there are a few who drive down into Sulphur Camp Ground to do just that.

The boys check out their new back yard, and it’s gorgeous.
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Hey, Charlie, look at our new digs!!!

A beautiful creek—Provo Creek I think—burbles and laughs its way through the campground. Creek through our Sulphur Camp. Bear River I think


There are many wildflowers in bloom here. It’s a beautiful spot

The day is pretty much a threepeat of our enjoyment along this scenic byway. It’s definitely laid back, and much the same routine as the two previous days, but I do manage to get a few minor things done, marking them off my to-do list, and I also get some photos on the computer put into albums and older ones removed from the hard drive and onto a thumb drive. Several long walks with the boys.  Nothing too strenuous!

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs!


From Heber City we head north (is there another direction?? 🙂 to find and travel Hwy 150, the Mirror Lake Scenic Byway. We pass some beautiful country along the way.

The Jordanelle Reservoir and the river that feeds it.

Our 4-day visit along Hwy 150 from Kamas, UT to Evanston, WY is unbelievably breathtaking. High in the Uintah Mountains this Scenic Byway winds through three national forests.

We don’t travel far our first day as I was told by the clerk at the Forest Service office in Kamas that although the road is “officially”closed, the road is clear of snow, however, there are still patches of ice here and there, and if we choose to go on, they are not responsible. She suggests finding a camp within the next 13-14 miles and waiting until Monday to travel on.  This sounds good to me!

We find a dispersed campsite right off the highway, just 10 miles or so out of Kamas. Sounds awful, but this time of year traffic is sparse. This time of year in these high mountains, I don’t want to be way out back in the solitude of the forest with three days of storm predicted: 60%, 30%, and 30% respectively. Probably will amount to nothing, but why take the chance?

Yellow Pine dispersed campground has 8-10 campsites with a fire ring, some sites with shade, some in full sun.  The site I covet has already been taken, but we find a decent spot and settle in.

This Friday, May18, 2018 the weatherman is pretty much spot on. We arrive in partial sunshine, and I get the dogs staked outside while I make camp.

DSC_0008 (2) I roll out the mat that is used as our outdoor staging area, put all the extra water jugs on it along with the lounger then hop back in the van and have a bite to eat.

Belly happy I remember that I need to get the solar panel off the top of the hitch tray box and get it out where it will catch a few rays today. I had the vehicle-battery-to-house-battery plugged in while we were driving (thank you C. It’s awesome!!) and the house battery is fully charged by the time we arrive, but now it’s mother nature who will do the work of keeping it charged . . . as soon as the sun comes out again. Thunder is rolling. Time for all of us to nap, me thinks, and I bring the Chiweenie Brothers inside and they curl up straight away and close their eyes.

We awake to a brightening sky and honking Canada geese. The boys and I take a walkabout, and I snap a shot of the mountains across the way.

I can visualize what this looks like in the fall with the gold of the aspen shining bright against the green of the pines.  It’s hard to do Utah justice anywhere within her scenic places.

The wildflowers are beginning to bloom, and an attempt is made to get good shots against the pull of the wild wiener dogs  against their leashes and a camera that takes the same shots whether in landscape mode or close-up … yes, there are still problems, but thankfully it still works! Focus is iffy at times.

We have no cell or internet signal, so I read the rest of the afternoon. The evening is filled with a movie and a TV program selected from what I have downloaded to watch offline for just such occasions.

Goodnight! Hugs, Shawna

CURRENT READ:  Off Season by Anne Rivers Siddons.  An excellent book!


Wally AGAIN, GPS Woes, a Gorgeous Waterfall

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. DSC_0029 (1)

We have a gorgeous view of the towering mountains. DSC_0021

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.

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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

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.



And THIS is the school!!!   DSC_0014

Hugs from me and The Chiweenie Brothers. Thanks for stopping by.

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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