not to mention [ok I’m mentioning them] Gerlach, Empire, Nixon, Wadsworth, West Fernley, Fallon, Austin, Eureka, Ely, Scipio, Grand Junction, Montrose, Gunnison, Howard, Westcliffe and Gardner as well as numerous basins, ranges and some Rocky Mountains…but first the last
of Wall Spring’s year looked very much like this from the kitchen table, lucky strokes;
Come Monday morning it all cleared off
and we were away, myself in a sense of distracted disconnect, by 8:18 to Gerlach
and the glare-y road beyond wherein
when not driving I mostly slept sitting up
until lunch at Bob Scott [this one’s for you, Phil]
and on
into Utah and early dark.
In Delta we had dinner at The Rancher, lied about dogs at the Day’s Inn* and set off into the
morning glare again…East on 70, Temple Rock to air the pups,
Green River for breakfast,
Rabbit Valley with a stiff chill breeze off the Western Slope and into Colorado where we
pulled in [not shown] at Blue Mesa Reservoir to let a problematic erratic driver [never to be seen again] get ahead. After Gunnison the snow deepened, the light lowered but except for the
last few miles near the top of Monarch Pass, we had dry clear roads. In Salida we located our dog-friendly motel, found our way to an early dinner at The Fritz** and back for a night of truly trashy TV though the Denver news at its end was far better than what Delta’d offered up. Next morning, precipitously Rousted by Puppies, we shopped, went downriver as far as Cotopaxi and
up to Westcliffe where Frank’s Sumatra Coffee Lounge had a mellow Recreation State ambience, quite passable homemade breakfast burritos and generous warm beverages.
From there Highway 69 continued dry to Gardner’s eternally temporary Post Office
after which we snow-wheeled to Libre without incident to unload and approach complete collapse prior to lunch on the trip’s leftovers while outside the puppies figured
snow must have been invented especially for them. More on that later.
* like pretty much everyone else Day’s Inns maintain a two-dog limit.
**named for a small spotted dog, they say, though not this one;
an epic journey for sure…glad the sleeping upright did not happen at the same time as the driving…bad combo.
Agreed…it’s happened in the past but not this time…
I do like your photos, Mike. BTW does ‘snow-wheeled” mean something special? or just driving in the snow?.
Just an overly clever play on “fourwheeled”, in snow…
I missed this year’s trek to Wendover with the usual stop at the Bob Scott campground. A fine place to spend the night- fresh water, outhouses and good campsites, hardly ever over-populated. Good to see the road in your photos.
Phil
L. says there are even flush toilets now, in season. Yes; a good stop!
Basin and range roads to infinity in crystal clear conditions can’t be beat.
Stellar photos, good trip, Merry Christmas in Libre!