Day 5

Because the restaurant had to be closed for repairs April 29 - May 7 we decided to take a road trip. The following posts are a daily log of our adventures.

I do not have any photos to post with this entry for a few of reasons: 

1) It was a long day of driving.
2) There were more than a few wrong turns along the way.
3) I wanted to smash Tyler's and Kent's skulls together.

The morning started off great. We had a long day of driving in front of us, so we wanted to get an early start. At 9 a.m. exactly we rolled out of camp, and headed on down to Durango. 

The boys had been studying the Utah Gazetteer, and said that the road connected back to the highway south of us. They figured this would be a better route because a) we wouldn't have to back track, b) we thought a Subaru Outback had come that way so we figured it was a pretty easy road, and  c) we'd get to see something new. 

As we continued down the road, I realized how mistaken we were. It went down an old ravine, up a ledge, and then road became less and less road like. We stopped to get out and look around so the boys could analyze their next route. As they walked down, they kept saying they could make it, then would walk around another bend to see what that looked like. This pomp and circumstance continued for almost a mile. At this rate they were going to walk to the highway, so I said we should just turn around while we could. I did not want to get stuck back there with trucks, and figure out how to extract them from the unforgiving slick rock. Unless we had ATVs or Jeeps, we weren't going to make it this way with the trucks.

Even though I was voicing my opinion, they still could not hear me. Eventually Kent said we should turn around and explore this area on mountain bikes the next time we camped out this way. Thank goodness he said that, because Tyler quickly came to his senses and soon we were turning around. We had a few more wrong turns trying to find the road again, but our course was corrected. After a 1 1/2 hour delay, I was starting to get cranky.

They found another route we could take us to the highway south of town. I approved this course correction because the map said it was a road — a solid white line, not a dotted Jeep trail. Within two minutes of turning on it, we saw that the map had led us astray. It had lied to us, because if this was a road, no car could travel down it. We were in no mood to explore this possibility, so we immediately turned around and headed to Moab, down a road we knew was solid and would take us where we needed to go.

Once we arrived back in town, we stopped for a quick bite and were on our way to Durango. After about four hours of driving later, we headed up to Lemon Reservoir where Kent's friend Greg lives. We camped at the Florida (pronounced Flor-rye-duh) Campground, ate mac n' cheese, corn pone, and an awesome chili that Greg's wife Deb made for us. After a long day of driving, some food, beers and fire was all I needed to unwind.