It’s a very quiet boondocking spot—no traffic, no paper delivery vehicle between 3-4am, no wind chimes on the neighbor’s porch—very quiet!! It was a nippy morning—38 degrees—but we were in the machines and heading up John’s Canyon road by about 9:30. Breathtaking scenery, sites we’ve not seen before—John’s Canyon is a steep walled, deep canyon with a flowing creek which dumps into the San Juan River.
At the end of the trail—25 miles from our rigs and even more miles from anything else, Larry was out in front when up over the hill pops a bicycle rider on a solid frame bike he built himself with huge, fat tires. You never know what you will run into out in the middle of nowhere!
Back at camp Cathy had cooked a big pot of chicken noodle soup and I contributed homemade cornbread which we once again enjoyed in Larry and Geri’s toyhauler trailer—they have the most room!
The rigs were loaded Monday night and Tuesday morning the cowboy and I led the way to our new boondocking spot just outside Bluff, Utah. Once the gang all arrived we were off on another adventure—to show River House Ruins to Tom, Sandy, Mike and Cathy—next blog!