Thanks to Jane for capturing this video. I really appreciate everyone singing along with me!
My house plants are threatening to wilt if I do not find a way to move my daily personal jam sessions outside for a bit while I am parked in Moab. I want to oblige them and perform for my friends. But the dry winds here are ferocious during my stay. I find it a challenge to breathe outside much less sing. Sand blasting my banjo does not seem like a good idea either. Finally a calmer day arrives and I con my friends into joining me for a sing-along.
From Moab, I plan five days of driving to get me to Springfield and the RV Collision repair shop that will fix the blown tire damage done by to the front, right wheel well last year. I choose to wait until I reach Oregon because Straight Line RV in Springfield is the first shop that agrees to allow me to live in my rig while they remold and repair the fiberglass.
The drive up to my first stop at the fairly new and very impressive Rollin’ Home RV park south of Salt Lake City is uneventful. The next day I enter the Salt Lake City traffic almost as soon as I leave the park. Salt Lake City seems to go on forever. Of the 5 hours I spend driving, 4 of those traffic filled interstate hours make me feel like this part of Utah is just one huge congested metropolis.
Almost, but not quite out of Utah altogether, I park at Earp and James RV park in Snowville, Utah. This is an inexpensive first come, first served unattended park that borders a lush pasture. The park itself is decorated with old farm equipment like the tractor pictured above. I arrive so early in the afternoon that I am first here. But later in the day, rigs pulling in off the interstate pretty much fill the usable sites.
Idaho to Oregon
As I move further west, the land becomes greener. At first this verdancy is achieved with the assistance of copious amounts of irrigated water. Later, the forests take over and flowers appear. Then, the weather goes too far. Winds return, temperatures drop and the next thing I know, I am in a blizzard (well sort of).
To experience the thrill and beauty of traveling in Oregon in late May, ride along with me in the video below.