We left ParkCity at about 11am today, and said good-bye to those snow-capped mountains.
I, of course, helped Dad navigate.
Because otherwise he wouldn’t have know to point the wagon train toward Las Vegas.
And I alerted him to the Smokeys.
Good thing, too, because, there are definitely sections of the road where we can go 75mph with no problem. Yes. When you get to The Middle of Nowhere, Utah, the speed limit is 75mph. And it would be Really Embarrassing to get pulled over in the House With Wheels for speeding!
Middle Of Nowhere, Utah.
Actually, there were a few sections of the road where they were doing a “speed limit test”, and bumped it up to 80mph! 80!!!
Mom tried about 5 times to get pictures, as there were two big ‘test sections’ (and me without my #2 pencil…*sigh*) but Mom mostly managed to get pictures of the bug splatter on the windshield, instead.
I was a little worried about these 80mph sections, because the speedometer on The House With Wheels only goes to 85pmh!!!! What if they decided to test a 90mph speed limit some place?!?
For the record, The House With Wheels does go 80mph, but Mom didn’t get a picture. Probably because she was too busy trying to get pictures of the speed limit signs! Heehee! (Yeah, I know. You can’t get good help these days!)
At least Mom remembered to get a picture of The House With Wheels towing the Box On Wheels (aka the Jeep).
Oh, so for some of you, who get worried about 40,000lbs of screaming death going 80mph, we mostly drove around 75mph, because Dad had to be able to give me scratchies while he drove.
But I can see why they’d be testing out sections where you can go faster, because there is A Whole Lot of Nothing in central Utah.
We stopped at a couple of rest stops where we got to pretend that we were a truck. Note from Fi’s Mom: with the Jeep, we are longer than most single-trailer semis, and we're not exactly flies to the triple-trailer semis.
Lookitme!!! I’m a truck drivin’ dog!!!
TaiChi traveled really well, sleeping most of the time, and Bufus hung out in the back, and didn’t toss his cookies once. I think it’s because Mom took his cookies away from him…
And then. AND THEN! We were coming out of the high plains (like High Plains Drifter, but without Clint Eastwood shooting lots of bad guys and inciting people to paint the town red), and turned on the road that was to take us to where we were going.
And WOW! The bug-splatter picture doesn’t do it justice, but rest assured that Mom will get TONS more pictures while we are here. And she’s already trying to convince Dad that we should stay until the end of December! I think the fact that it is supposed to be 82 tomorrow might have something to do with it!
Mom managed to get a couple pictures of the RV park before the sun set.
I think I could be very happy here!
I can hardly wait for Mom to figure out where the good hiking trails are, because this is My Kind of Country! Dad has said that even he will start hiking!!!! I am SOOOO excited!!!! And even though Mom and Dad should have brought their mountain bikes down, too (long story as to why those bikes didn't get to come with us), Mom think they can find some good road biking.
BTW, Mom hasn’t had a chance to check on the links that you posted for the charity to get green papers, so there is still some time to name a charity, if you want, because we had great Road Karma!
PeeEss: Given that it is supposed to be 82 tomorrow, I’m liking my haircut more and more!