Travel day again … kind of a sad one, we’d have liked riding Phil’s World again, but the reservations had been made, so we must move on. Moab it is.

Excitement at the campground this morning – some guy who must be new at driving a bus turned waaay too soon and ran over a post that marks the end of the campsite he was in, so he tilted it over and it got thoroughly wedged under his motorhome. He must have stared at it for fifteen minutes, not all in one stare, he had to keep coming back to it to see if it had fixed itself, I guess. I would have just cut the post, driven out, paid some money and apologized profusely. Not sure what it was he did to resolve it, but it did involve the KOA folks. Hopefully he learned something today. When we left. I made sure I swung Waaay out. Never done that before, hope I never do. I did clip a pickup once at a gas station in McKinney, back when we had our fifth-wheel trailer, but I have an excuse – the truck was running on fumes, and I really, REALLY had to go pee. TMI? Yeah, probably. Anyway, never done it again.

We fueled up before we left, at a City Market (Kroger), and it was exciting – 11 AM on a Monday, and EVERYBODY was trying to run over everybody else to get to a pump. It was a madhouse! And trying to get out, cars kept cutting me off. Here I am. 21 feet of truck with 26 feet of trailer behind me, not huge, but pretty darned unwieldy, and cars are trying to zip around me, not realizing there’s nowhere to go, and I can’t just wish this rig wherever I want. Finally, we get out, and thankfully that’s all the excitement for the trip to Moab. Here’s a bad shot of us entering Utah:

Yes, there was a map laying on the dash that messed up the photo, but WE. WERE. THERE.

Not long into Utah, we stopped for a snack and a drink … ok, and a … rest stop. On the way there, I see this sign. Now, I’m not trying to be judgmental or anything, I’m not trying to say anything, I’m just posting it for your enjoyment. So many things come to mind:

I don’t make this stuff up, I just post it.