Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
Zion National Park. It's sufficient to say that the canyon is beautiful beyond imagination. Once you get over the shock and awe of the scenery, the people and the place come into focus. This part of Utah is very rural, and towns are small with limited services. We chose to stay in the town of... Continue Reading →
We were in Moab for the week. Moab’s population is about 5,000 resident souls and 40,000 tourists. Just about everyone you don't see working a job is likely from somewhere else. We went to dinner at the Spoke restaurant for a second time. We typically eat at the bar—it’s way more social. We took our... Continue Reading →
On Monday we left Moab and headed for Hurricane. Hurricane (pronounced HUR-ken) is a small town about 20 miles east of Zion National Park. This story isn't about the town or Zion though, it's about how a little inattentiveness can really mess things up. Hurricane is about a five to six hour drive from Moab,... Continue Reading →
I'd been widowed for a few years when I met him at the dog park. Long story short, he asked for my number. I gave him my email instead. I figured that was safer, because even an ax murderer could be a dog lover. I came home and had a note from him in my inbox. We... Continue Reading →
Our driver Lane aimed the Jeep up sandstone rock face that looked vertical. “When you don’t have good equipment, all you have to work with is momentum, and then you break stuff all the time. With good equipment, you can take it slowly and safely, and go places others can’t.” Lane is the son-in-law of Dan... Continue Reading →
I have a dear friend in Ohio, named Janet. This is not about her, however, it’s about her brother, Lew. I’ve known Janet for pretty close to 30 years, and have known Lew long enough that I’ve forgotten exactly when I met him. Over the years, I usually saw him when he was on an... Continue Reading →
We left the Black Hills and headed for Colorado. From the time we left until we pulled into Cheyenne for the night we were beaten up by vicious cross winds. The motorhome bucked and swayed while Ben hung onto the steering wheel for dear life. While we were on 2-lane highways, the draft from oncoming... Continue Reading →
We spent a few days in the Black Hills seeing the sights, most notably Rushmore and Crazy Horse memorials. We stayed at the Whispering Pines campground near Silver City, SD. The campground is situated nicely off the main highway, and has a homey quietness that we enjoy. Harley and Lisa own the place, and live... Continue Reading →
Yesterday we went to the towns of Deadwood and Lead. Deadwood is a weird hybrid, sort of like The Sons of Katie Elder meets the Sons of Anarchy meets Gatlinburg. Harley stores and biker bars alternate with casinos masquerading as historic saloons. Hang around long enough and at regular intervals someone will shoot someone else in... Continue Reading →
We arrived in River City last night to camp at Whispering Pines RV park on the edge of the Black Hills National forest. We squeaked in just under the wire before the RV park closed for the night. We were late because we drove through the Badlands Loop on the way in and had to stop at... Continue Reading →
RedDog on Wheels 