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Green River Memories

One sunset.

One sunset.

In a sense, Green River, Wyoming is a perfect place to boondock for either a hiker or a bicyclist. The town itself is rough around the edges, but welcoming. In its businesses, customers visit and update as well as buy things. While they do business, visitors, as new faces, do well to add what brought them to town, whereabouts they’re camping, where they’re from or where they’re on their way to. It’s like introducing yourself. If you either appreciate or don’t mind the changeable weather – which also gets a little rough around the edges – the scenery stays enervating. There’s no sense of Read more…

In Limbo In Wendover

The Mighty Defiant is now very near the Bonneville Salt Flats just outside of Wendover, Utah. The campsite is an unromantic spot in the flat area where racers tend to congregate in August and September in a sort of junkyard camping festival. I wondered at the different appearance of the entire surface here, as it looks like vegetation has made a start at filling in places where the campers usually congregate. Looks as though nobody’s been here! An online tour of the various clubs that use the track for speed events indicates that few if any have been able to use the track due to rainstorms flooding the salt surface. A little Datsun-based truck camper has commandeered the spot I had last year, and I explored an alternate further in – as far as it’s safe to go with the Defiant – that has a rock projection surrounded by “dirt” and thick dust. That was a no-go, since a walk around it showed that the Ford alone might make it with momentum in 4WD, but with the trailer, no way.

The Defiant is unhitched, but still in Travel Mode because the winds are brisk and gusty enough that carrying the big solar panels out to hang them would be risky and difficult. I wondered at that, because on the short romp here, the Mighty Furd was Read more…

Staying “Home”

Front yard o' the day.

Front yard o’ the day.

This post is simply about going no further than a quarter mile from camp, and taking a zillion snaps of my campsite. Ugh, sounds horribly boring, doesn’t it? See, I intended to go out for a walk day before yesterday, got out there a ways, and then noticed some rain heading my way. Couldn’t be sure of the timing though, because here above Green River, Wyoming, you can clearly see stuff that might be twenty or more miles away. So, I walked this way and that about the camp in order to Read more…

It’s Time to Comment

The BLM is charged with protecting our public lands for free access and use. This is to make it possible for all American citizens to visit all BLM-administered land free of charge, so that access is not restricted only to those who can afford to pay for it.

The BLM is asking for public comment on its plan to allow the state of Colorado a long-term lease on its Salida East dispersed campground area, so that the state will be able to charge fees and use them to supposedly upgrade the grounds and enforce policies. The BLM lacks the ability to carry out enforcement on its own, and claims that some vegetation has been damaged, that some campers have overshot the 14-day stay limit, and that the area is noted for some drug and alcohol abuse.

That is unfortunate, but I feel that allowing Colorado to effectively commercialize access to Read more…

Extra Evelo Explorations

The entrance to whatever this is, is high clearance only, due to one dive off the main trail, and a larger one just ahead.

The entrance to whatever this is, is high clearance only, due to one dive off the main trail, and a larger one just ahead.

Some trails just lay there, while others seem to beckon with the challenge, “Where do I go? I must be here for a purpose. Wouldn’t you like to find out?” I guess I’m a sucker for the ones that head over to the top of a distant ridge, as if to promise a full Read more…

A Miss and a Hit

You know, if I had a fishing license...

You know, if I had a Wyoming fishing license…

The trip to Green River, Wyoming was uneventful save for the beginning and the end of the 245-mile jaunt. The dirt trail going into Vedauwoo is bad washboard, as I’ve whined about before. My camping spot was just short of a couple of miles past the paved entrance. On the way in, I’d taken it at a crawl, the F-250s stiff springs making it jerk about, while the Defiant bounced up and down on the pronounced ridges with a sort of whaka-whaka rhythm. I noticed a hard-side truck camper idle in the following day, bouncing and rocking something fierce, too.

Since that time, the many passing vehicles appeared to be taking it at about 20-30 MPH, and although the ones with various kinds of trailers made a horrendous noise, that seemed to be the style of the locale. So, running solo later on a couple of errands to Laramie, I tried it. The trick was to get up to speed as quickly as possible in order to minimize the rather alarming judder. Not that bad! It was also not bad in that it chopped the trail time from a half-hour to a few minutes. All I had to do on hitting the pavement was to shove the GPS’ power plug back in. On the way back, slowing down to take the turn into my camp was unique, in that slowing on the washboard steered the back end right as the rear tires, inflated to their towing pressure of 75 PSI, made only occasional contact with the ridges. That aided my left turn, but the resulting door shake was disconcerting.

in the right type of RV, this place would be quite a treat.

in the right type of RV, this place would be quite a treat.

When departing for what promised to be a 5-hour drive – four hours to get to Green River, and maybe another hour to take Wyoming 530 and then nine miles of 012, marked as the “Lost Dog” Use Area – I decided to man-up and pull the Defiant over the washboard at speed. What the heck, why not try it? To crawl out again would just take too long, and the manly approach usually Read more…

Last Days at Vedauwoo

This is a hundred yards of so further down my front yard. Odd shapes on that right one.

This is a hundred yards of so further down my front yard. Odd shapes on that right one.

Well, I haven’t seen hardly any of what I’ve planned to, so the struggle begins for whether to delay my departure awhile. Thing is, if I leave, I’ll have all the more reason to return to “the same old campground year after year” to try to grab another tiny fraction of all there is here. It ain’t just rocks. That’s just what I’m fascinated by on this trip. So, here are a few more snaps of nearby areas, just as I snuck up on them during walks. If you want better, you’ll have to get ’em yourself – something I most highly recommend! Like a few other areas I’ve been to, this place feels like “home”.

Hard to see, but there's deer peering at me in the bushes at center.

Hard to see, but there’s deer peering at me in the bushes at center.

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Scouting Campsites

Care to camp here? It's a camping circle, not a trail.

Care to camp here? It’s a camping circle, not a trail. (These are all cellphone pics.)

Yesterday, I decided to hop onto the Aurora e-bike and see what other campsites existed, and how they may relate to the Defiant’s peculiarities. The first time I came here, it was immediately before sunset and the pickin’s looked pretty limited. I had driven about a mile further than where I ultimately settled – where I am now – and almost had some excitement as darkness settled in. A trail branch I could use to back into and turn around with was slightly downhill and surprised me with deep sand and pea gravel. It took 4WD and considerable wheelspin to ease the 7,000-pound tub forward again. I considered myself fortunate to find a workable space at all.

This is just one direction in a rather large campsite that is not quite accessible to the Defiant, but would be to anything else.

This is just one direction in a rather large campsite that is not quite accessible to the Defiant, but would be to anything else.

Now, wandering the same trail in broad daylight, it didn’t seem like the same place at all, apart from the cozy familiarity of its brutal washboard surface. There are actually many, many campsites, several of which are fully adaptable to the Defiant’s needs. Accessibility or slope carve off Read more…

Veedauwoo Walkabout

There comes a time when the view of your new front yard is not enough. Time to get out for a stretch of the legs.

There comes a time when the view of your new front yard is not enough. Time to get out for a stretch of the legs.

When not working on or through necessary tasks, I took the opportunity to explore my immediate area one evening before sunset, and then take a real walk the next afternoon. Medicine Bow National Forest varies from rolling, grassy plain to impenetrable forest on both “normal” mountains and mountains made of massive boulders. I have not tried to make majestic keepsakes here. These are simply snaps that show some of what presents itself before you at every turn, at any time of day.

Stumbling around just before sunset can produce some visual memories that become like icons of a place.

Stumbling around just before sunset can produce some visual memories that become like icons of a place.

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Bullwinkle, Not

This moose got with about thirty feet of the camper as he walked by.

This moose got within about forty feet of the camper as he walked by.

Yesterday morning, I was up not long after sunrise and was working on my writing and a cup of coffee in the office when my peripheral vision signaled something moving out the side window. A full-grown moose slowly ambled by, stopping now and then to look around. Never saw one before! I discreetly scrambled for the Pentax on the dining table, and took the above shot through a side window. I would have liked to sneak outside, around one end of the trailer to stick my head out, but the door sticks and drags on the bottom of the doorframe, so that opening it makes plenty of noise from the door flex and drag. All I’d get then is a distant butt-shot. I can tell you, that critter is taller at the shoulder than he appears in the photo. My guess: my height at 6′. I doubt I could look over him. It’s too bad I could not get a shot of his approach, because that was impressive too, with the antlers and all. He wandered across the nearby trail and up the hill – notable because that trail gets quite a bit of traffic all day. I’ve even seen a FedEx truck go past on it! (No shot of that, though. Sorry.)

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