Monday, 6 April 2015

Day 21: Moab, Utah to Twin Falls, Idaho

450 miles / 724 kms

Goodbye red rocks!

We are officially heading homeward.

Today's drive started off feeling like we were in a bit of a moonscape cross sand box. Sorry Utah but this section was not overly exciting.

I felt like we were in a semi-trailer sandwich as we passed through Salt Lake City.  90 minutes of white knuckle fun.  During this part of the drive my sister Marianne manages to call my american cell number and lets me know that Grandma VanSpengen (my Mother's Mother) has finally passed away.  This is welcome news and an answer to prayer as she was suffering in her last months.

We pulled over after we passed Salt Lake at an equally bustling rest area where we piled into the trailer for some lunch.  Hail, snow and wind. Nice!

Back on the road heading north west.  We climbed up a few mountains and drove straight into a headwind complete with rain and snow.  My slow leaking tires on the right side of the trailer have evolved into fast leakers.  We are becoming professional air pump locators at gas stations every 90 minutes.

Later we enjoy warm sun, blue skies and white fluffy clouds.

Dominic manages to sleep until Papa calls "Welcome to Idaho" over the radio. . . .

Dominic looks around and goes back to sleep. So, I amuse myself taking one handed pictures out my window unsuccessfully trying to get a three trailer Fed Ex truck which we seem to see travelling in the other direction every 5-10 minutes. Too many online shoppers I guess!

At the top of one summit we pull off and poor Dominic promptly gets a nose bleed.  We get that sorted out quickly and see that we need air. .. . . now.

Next we see dust dirt devils on the horizon.  What next?

Arriving at the Twin Falls KOA means that we have now completed our 'loop'.  Tomorrow will be the first time we are heading back on highways that we have already traveled.

Although the sun is out the wind is brisk and cold.  We are glad of a hard-sided trailer with an excellent furnace.

This was not one of our more fantastic days on the road but we are safe and cozy eating pancakes and sausages in the Gypsy Wagon.

Goodbye, Moab!

Not super scenic.  Kinda like driving through a sand pit. 

Dust dirt devil. 


Grandmas Pancakes for dinner. 

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