We are making our way South from our overnight at Lakeside RV Resort in Provo Utah. It was woodsy, with tall shade trees, peaceful and there was the added bonus of making new friends with fellow travelers Cal and Tammy. We are now retracing our drive up here through some pretty impressive countryside, mountains and badlands by way of Arizona, Nevada and then into Utah on the Interstate 15. This time, however, we are significantly WIDER and LONGER than we were on the route up!
Highway lanes are mandated to be 12 feet (144″) wide. That’s plenty of elbow room for cars. We are 101″ wide, so we have a little more than the width of a laptop to spare on either side. There are definitely some white-knuckle spots of new construction we hadn’t paid much attention to on the way up here.
At one point, we are forced to slither through some pretty harrowing cone-zones, and a slalom course of concrete barriers they set up, no doubt to test our nerve, on an already narrow mountain pass where they were working on the roads.
We’re passing places that conjure up fascinating images of history, like Dead Man Hollow, Bumbleberry, Fiddler’s Canyon, Black Rock and the pass across Virgin Creek.
For the next three days, we’re going to kick back and relax at the Willow Wind RV Park in Hurricane, Utah.
“Why,” you might be wondering, “would anyone name their town Hurricane”? Especially since we’re out in the badlands near Nevada. Here’s the story:
Hurricane was first settled in 1896, and received its name after a whirlwind blew the top off of a buggy that Erastus Snow (a leading missionary of the Church of Latter Day Saints) was riding in. Snow exclaimed, “Well, that was a Hurricane. We’ll name this ‘Hurricane Hill’.”
We pull into Willow Wind RV Resort (Willow Wind…Hurricane, hmm, maybe a pattern here?) and find it is a beautiful day, very un-windy and pulled-through on a site right next to a great couple guys traveling in a late model 43′ Winnebago Elipse. Scott, a former Navy pilot, was especially helpful and non-judgemental toward a couple obvious noobs in the area of RV travel and camping.
We’re beginning to see a pattern on the road, all two days of it, that RVers, like truckers, are especially patient and tolerant toward people needing help. Someday we hope to pay all that forward.
“As David is pulling out the slides, I catch a glimpse of little blood-like droplets dripping from the underside of our coach. As it begins to pool, I become concerned. So I turn to the guys and say: ‘hey, check this out! What’s going on here?’ They all troop over and after some discussion, Scott tells us: ‘looks like a coolant leak’. Really? We’ve only owned it for two days!”
Tomorrow, we head for the Primm Nevada Casino, for a free one night stayover in their huge parking lot. Whoot!