Moab Utah

Moab Utah

Took back roads from Brice to Moab Utah. The views along the way are awesome. These roads, like a lot of roads out west, wind their way through the middle of nowhere. The majority of which, are in open range country.

Now these cows really don’t care.

Same cows, just further along.

Different cows, different road, closer to Moab.

This is the road in to Moab. As I said, lots of open country.

Here is the Colorado river that runs along Arches and Moab. It was 108 degrees in the shade here so sleeping in the back of the truck was out of the question. (Keep your comments to yourselves). So I stayed in a hotel, the Inca Inn. Drove around Moab to get my bearings, then went to a TexMex place to grab some chow.

Chips, salsa, guacamole, chilies and a local Moab brewery beer. The AC was going full blast but it was still warm inside the restaurant. After dinner I went back to take a shower and get ready for Arches in the morning.

This was a surprise; not really sure what to say, my mind strays down to the gutter and I’ll leave it at that.

Tomorrow – Arches NP





Brice Canyon

Brice Canyon

I have stayed mostly on East coast time this trip so I am usually up at dawn and on location by sunrise or shortly thereafter. This is Brice Canyon. Another stunning location in Utah. However I will say that Zion and Red Canyon are visually better. It would depend on the time you have set aside for your trip. If you can see all three, they are very close together and worth checking out. If you set aside enough time for only one I would take the whole day and spend it in Zion; taking the shuttles and spending time at each stop.

Can you tell it’s still early? Not my best side… As I said I got up early, so there was nobody in the park. This is the main parking lot overlooking the arch, and I had the whole place to my self. I’m not big on crowds so this was awesome.

This is the view from the above mentioned parking lot.

Another shot with a different filter; not much difference really. Still worth looking at a second time.

This is the top and end of the road in Brice Canyon. There was one other car up here when I arrived.

Makes you wonder if other countries post the obvious or are they so worried about law suits that this is necessary? Easily half the people I encountered out in the parks were from overseas, I should have asked.

Speaking of signs, I forgot to put this one in an earlier post. This will give you a warm fuzzy feeling at night. This was in the campground at Mt. Rainier. The “more information” basically said to run if there was any sign of geothermic activity…very helpful.

Another shot of Brice Canyon as the sun hit the cliffs. The camera just doesn’t do it justice.

The other side. The haze you see in some of the pictures are actually from the wild fires out west. There were several big fires out here during my travels.

This guy was making his way across the road while I stood near by quietly.

He also had several does with him. Utah is mostly geological but there is still plenty of nature to see.


Red Canyon

Red Canyon

Just outside of Brice Canyon, down towards Zion is an area called Red Canyon. It is a real sleeper.

I passed this place with the intention of carrying on to Brice but I spotted a campground that looked like it had some space in it, so I turned aground to check it out.

This place is awesome. Very clean, spread out and simply beautiful. I took site 23 and set up camp. Sites here are $18 a night with no hookups. It was 4 pm when I got here so I fixed a quick dinner – sausage dogs, chip and water – and went on a hike.

The trail leaves from the camp ground and is about a mile up to a ridge line.

This is at the split about 3/4 of the way to the top. There is another trail that splits off from here that takes you further into the canyon.

I wanted to go up to the ridge so I stayed on Buck Horn Trail.

Thistle along the trail.

That area up there is the destination.

These yellow wild flowers were also prevalent along the way. Life making its way in the desert.

Made it. There is a birds nest on top of the spire, I couldn’t get an angle on it but you could sure hear them when I got close. You can also see it was overcast up here, so the heat wasn’t bad at all. They say that it rains a lot up in this area but the rain doesn’t reach the ground, unfortunately the lightning does and that’s how wildfires start. The rain doesn’t have an opportunity to dampen the fire.

The obligatory selfie from the top.

A so so attempt at a panoramic shot.

Here are some cool colors from one of the burned out trees.

Another one. I think it is interesting how they grow in a spiral.

Pick dump till the end…

This is the exit from Red Canyon on the way to Brice Canyon. The old truck is still hanging in there. Over 260,000 miles on it now. Next stop, Brice Canyon.



I know it says leaving, sue me, I got the back side of the sign.

The start of the day I had breakfast at the Abby Inn. Typical hotel fare but a lot of it and a wide variety. It is in a little house behind the hotel. Again, the staff there were friendly and accommodating. You 4 and 5 star people, this place is not for you. You budget minded folks – this is your place.

After leaving the hotel I went to The Grind Coffeehouse to get a good cup of coffee and mooch some wifi. This is a very nice place with your normal coffeehouse fare, but with real food also, not just pastries.

This is the interior of The Grind Coffeehouse. Very cool and inviting atmosphere. An easy place to sit and get caught up.

Zion is about an hour away through a small town called Springdale. This town is set up for tourists visiting Zion. Very nice hotels,shops and restaurants. If you get the chance, I would spend the money and stay here. There are shuttles that run up through the park every ten minutes. Simply catch one, get off at a stop; take pictures, hike, whatever, then hop back on the next one that comes along. Taking the shuttle is the only way to see the most popular sites in the park. Didn’t know that until I already winged my way through, oh well.

Pretty cool rock formation. It looks like a monster rising up out of the valley. It’s hot here today, the thermometer is reading 102. I worked my way through the park, stopping at various pull-outs, hiking and taking pictures.

One of the pull-outs along the road.

One of the hikes took you along a dry creek bed, then up to a cool rock formation.

This is the hike up.

The shot back down.

The obligatory selfie from the top.

Taking a break in the shade.

A little perspective on the climb up. Everything out here is up.

One of the hikes in Zion you work your way through a stream bed that still has water in it and the walls are on all sides. You’ll have to look it up or do the hike yourself, I don’t have a picture of it.

All you get is one of me in a very dry, hot stream bed.

Here is the picture of the exit again, even though I took it on the way in. All of the campgrounds in Zion are full, so I am headed to Brice Canyon in hopes of finding a spot along the way.

Long Haul

Long Haul

A very long trip from Crater Lake to Cedar City, Utah. This is just miles and miles of miles and miles through the desert. This is “high desert”, you are mostly around 3500′ above sea level in the valleys, climbing up to 6000′ through the passes. The desert at night is full of wildlife. I almost hit 2 deer, 1 cow (free range area) and innumerable rabbits. Seriously, they were everywhere.

Went through Reno, Nevada and then took US 95 through Tonopah. This is a town right in the middle of the drive. It looked rough and as though it is still in the midst of the economic downturn. I figured I would arrive in Cedar City around 8:30 pm…I figured wrong. I also forgot about the time change when I hit Utah. I arrived in Cedar City around 10:15 that night. You could see the city for about 20 minutes before even getting close.

Along the way I had to take the obligatory “Road Picture”. Michael and Cutter will understand.

That night I stayed at the Abby Inn. I would stay here again, the staff was friendly and the rooms were very clean. First thing was a greatly needed shower and then bed.

Driving from 6am to 10:30pm: 16 hours -1 for crossing the line. Again, there is nothing and nowhere out in the desert.

Crater Lake

Crater Lake

Up early and off to Crater Lake. I took US 97 south to Bend, Oregon. Made a quick stop at the Walmart to pick up a few supplies.

Chips, dogs and beer for dinner. Also picked up wine, bread, tea, a long handled lighter, mixed nuts and a couple of other things that I can’t remember at the moment. I also picked up more ice. Note to extended travelers: get a good cooler, otherwise you will be buying ice on a daily basis.

Let me bust on Oregon for a minute, Michael and Cutter will know where I’m going with this. First, you can’t pump your own gas. When you get out and start to work the pump like you do in every other State in the Union (except NJ, or so I’ve been told) you will be told you can’t do that. Why? Something about safety and jobs. I guess the rest of us are paupers and run with scissors. I hate to ask what else you can’t do in this state. The other item of contention is: the 55 mph speed limit. You can be on a highway in Washington doing 70 and then cross the line and the speed limit drops to 55. This is in the middle of nowhere. Same road, no changes other than the state line. At those speeds I’m surprised that they don’t make everyone wear a helmet and 3 point harness. Rant off.

As soon as I got to Crater Lake I headed to the only open campground in the park, Mazama Village. July 4th and there is still snow in the campground. Claimed my spot and headed for the rim.

Apparently they had a butt load of snow this year. This is the drive up.

This is the view from Rim Village. There were a lot of people here so I decided to take the trail up to Garfield Peak.

Got up to where I was huffing and puffing and found out that the trail is blocked by snow.

It was still worth the hike.

This is the view from the trail.

The hike back down. Doesn’t look steep at all at this angle.

After the hike back down I wanted to take a trip over to Cleetwood Cove Trail. It is the only access down to the lake. You can also take a trip out to Wizard Island. A buddy of mine suggested a trip out to the island. (Len) Unfortunately it was mobbed; did I mention it was the 4th of July? Anyway, it was reservations only, no walk-on’s. So I drove on around the East rim as far as I could go. A sign said the road was closed 9 miles ahead.

That is a big ass snow blower. After getting all of the touristy stuff done I headed back to the camp site.

My 4th of July dinner. Yes, that is a Budweiser. I thought it an appropriate addition. After dinner, I settled down with a good book, but it was very buggy. This was the first time this trip I needed to break out the bug spray: Repel sportsman max with 40% deet. It worked pretty well. What’s a little bug spray cologne after four days in the woods without a shower? Tomorrow is a drive day with a hotel stay in the cards. It’s pretty bad when you offend yourself.


Following are a few shots along the trail. Enjoy.



Mt. Hood

Mt. Hood

Next stop, Mt. Hood, Oregon.

Found Sundance Espresso in Yakima, Wa. Stopped here to catch up and plan. This is a nice clean place with a friendly staff. It has a nice large dining area that is comfortable for setting up shop. The only complaint I have, and this is for all coffee shop owner/operators, could someone please come up with a quieter blender for all of the fancy hootie hoo drinkers out there. Damn those blenders are irritating! Rant off.

Still two hours away. It sure looks much closer than that. It ended up being 2.5 hours. Awesome view for the drive though.

Stopped at a war monument along the way designed after Stonehenge. This was a very cool monument. Each stone had a plaque dedicated to each soldier from the county who had died in service to our country. You can see Mt. Hood in the background.

Here’s a fashion statement you won’t see on just anyone. Only you old folks that need readers will get it. I’m trying to see Google maps while I drive, but still need sunglasses. For all you young people – bite me – your time will come.

Crossing the river into Oregon.

Wind turbines are everywhere. I get clean energy and am a fan – no pun intended – but I wonder about the trade off. It really kills the scenic beauty of an area. Like I said, these things are everywhere and it is difficult to get a good picture without a windmill in it. Seems like there is always a trade-off.

I finally made it to Mt. Hood. Notice the ski lift on the far left. Let me back up; my mother spent a great deal of time here when she was younger and living in Oregon. She said I should stay at the Timberline Lodge if I had a chance. I called ahead and due to the long weekend, it was full. That was just as well as the cheapest rooms started at $260. I would have had to decline regardless, a little pricey for my budget. This is the view from the lodge. I arrived late and started scrambling to find a campsite.

My plan was to find a campsite and explore the area the next day. Unfortunately, Mt. Hood has become way too touristy for me. They had summer skiing and everything was crowded. I went to four different campgrounds before finding one with an opening. This is Frog Lake, $24 a night with a nice little lake. Lots of families – and kids – but it had three open sites; I took #1. (The semi-colons are for Paul and Michael) The sites are clean and well used. I settled in for dinner, some wine, a cigar and a good book. Due to the crowds, I decided to push on to Crater Lake in the morning. (Sorry mom).


Mt. Rainier day 2

Mt. Rainier day 2

Hiked up to base camp today. This hike let me know just how out of shape I am. Fat, out of shape and older… Lots of huffing and puffing. It is a 3.1 mile ascent with a 2000′ elevation gain. Back in the day…sigh. Anyway, the view from here is spectacular. I passed several hikers/skiers who lug their gear up to about 10,000′ and then ski down to where I am standing in the above photo. I know the picture is dark, but the sun and snow played hell with the camera; and I could’t change either the sun or mountain. In case anyone cares, I am using a FujiFilm Finepix S1000 with a tripod. That’s how I’m getting all of these pictures with me in them. It’s also why they are all from a lower angle.

Here is a picture of some skiers making their way down the mountain.

Here is a picture of their gear. Ignore the pretty girl in the background.

Two headed back down. They said it took them two hours to ski down. they said they take breaks to savior the moment. The guy in the orange pants also had a camera drone so he could film their decent. Out of all of their gear he said that the drone was the heaviest. To be young and in great shape again.

Base camp is also where hikers begin their ascent. Here is a group on their way to base 2. They will begin their final ascent in the morning, usually leaving around 3 or 4 am before the snow gets too soft and dangerous.

Lunch at the top. Mixed nuts with raisins added. Also known as trail mix or if you want to go old school, Gorp (sp).  There are lots of ways to make it, dried fruit, chocolate etc. Everyone seems to have their favorite. This is how I prefer mine.

Mt. Rainier

Mt. Rainier

Mt. Rainier National Park.

Had a great hike with some beautiful scenery. On the way up I met four women headed to base to have lunch. They were trying to take a selfie when I offered to take a picture for them. They were super nice and appreciative.

Here is a picture of them coming up the trail. I met them again on the way back down and we had a great conversation. Melinda-hiker-kayaker was awesome. I told them about my trip and upcoming book and they became fans. They were a lot of fun.

Here is a picture from their picnic spot.

After my hike I went back to camp and saw the fellow in the camp site next to me struggling to get his moped back on his very nice Mercedes RV. I offered my help and we eventually got it back up on its stand. Normally he uses a ramp but because of the angles at our sites it was more difficult than he thought it would be. Afterwards, he offered a cold beer for payment. How could I say no. His name is Kaz and he is a Mechanical Engineer from Olympia Washington. We hit it off and later we had wine and talked into the night around his campfire.

He immigrated from communist Poland via Austria back in 1983. It was interesting that his political views almost mirror mine. Especially that his perspective is filtered from having come from a communist country. He is also a huge outdoors man, having hiked and camped all over the North West. He suggested that I head down to Crater Lake in Oregon and then to Brice and Zion in Utah.  I think I will take him up on his suggestion. All in all an excellent day.

Glacier National Park

Glacier National Park

First off, for all you haters, my truck made it and just turned 259000 miles.

It was a balmy 40 degrees this morning on Logan Pass. Lucky for me, the pass just opened today. It was still blocked with snow yesterday.

Even this guy was looking for an easy way through.

One of the lakes down below on the East entrance.

The river flowing in to it from up top.