Phelps Lake |
Beautiful Blue Flowers |
Half a mile further on the corner of my eye caught sight of something down by the lakeside. I turned to look, and there about 10m in front of me was a moose. It didn't seem to be bothered by my presence, and the creature casually strolled up the bank, across my path, and up into the forest. Once 5m up in the forest, it just stood there and stared. It was a magnificent beast, and I considered myself extremely fortunate at having seen a moose. I wasn't sure it was a moose at the time, but when I showed the photo to an official in the visitor centre at Jackson later in the day, he told me it was a moose, and the antlers had not yet grown. About 100m further on I also came across an adult and baby deer that again were not particularly perturbed by my presence.
Blurry Moose |
Deer |
I donned my waterproof top and carried on hiking, but by now the ground was turning white with hail. I whimped out and sheltered by a tree, a stupid thing to do in a thunderstorm I thought. 15 mins. later, along came the old ladies with not a care in the world, and as they passed by, one raised her eyes to the heavens and said, "Welcome to Wyoming". Those old dears put me to shame. I hung on hoping for some respite, but it didn't appear, so I took the plunge and carried on my hike. I had shorts on, and soon my legs were stinging with the cold and wind-chill, but I had no option but to trudge on. I reached the van just as the rain and hail stopped, glad to have some dry clothes to change in to. Despite all the vagaries that the weather has thrown at me over the trip, I had been lucky in not catching a cold, yet.
I drove down to Jackson to pick up some lithium ion batteries at Radio Shack, and remembered that I hadn't had a square meal for some time, so I popped into a Chinese restaurant near Radio Shack. The entrance was rather unique, a mountain of suitcases, hold alls, backpacks and handbags cluttered the entrance lobby, together with ties and other stuff I'd label as junk for sale. Once that was negotiated I joined the throng of customers into tucking in to the all-you-can-eat buffet, and I tucked in with great gusto. I found it amazing that all this came to $7.50, about �5 in UK speak!
I anguished over my next course of action. I had just driven about 50 miles, and done a hike, and my next target was Rock Springs 256 miles south. I thought I would be shattered, and I didn't relish a lot of driving in the rain, so I though about stopping off at a campsite 77 miles down the road.
I set off along a steady 20 mile climb through deep gorges following first the Snake River, then the Hoback River. Whilst making this climb I encountered one of many road works. In both America and Canada, all roadwork signs clearly indicate that fines for speeding or whatever are automatically doubled if incurred within roadwork areas. Good idea. The other noticeable feature is that when a road is being resurfaced, whereas in the UK traffic has to temporally drive on "scraped" surfaces, in both America and Canada I have ended up driving on compressed gravel. This gets bumpy in places, but when it is pouring, it turns into a quagmire. My navy blue van was now khaki coloured.
View West from the Plateau - Exciting |
View East from the Plateau - More Exciting, 120 Miles of it |
The road eventually started to descend, and the long 20 mile descent took me through a different terrain. Now I was encountering buff coloured low hills, and the surrounding ground was almost desert like. I would have classified it as desert if it hadn't been for the incessant rain. I rolled into Rock Springs, thinking that I had missed the turn off to a campsite. I knew there was one at Green River, 12 miles west. Just to make sure, I called in at a garage and asked the girl cashier, "Excuse me, but do you know if there is a campsite near here?". She gave me a funny luck, so I repeated my question. "No, I don't know of any concert around here", she replied. I explained to her the concept of tents, and then she cottoned on, and just shrugged her shoulders and said no, whilst thinking 'do people really stay in places like that'.
I took the road off to Green River, and after a couple of miles spotted a camping sign. By now it was almost dark and miserably wet, I just homed in on it. The site was almost completely RVs. I had difficulty explaining to the girl at the desk that I didn't need electricity, and I have my own huge flagon of water, I just wanted space to park my van. She classified my van as a tent and then she was happy. The site was like a beach, all pebbles, with smaller pebbles for those who pitch in the dozen spots allocated for tents. Next to me was a motor cycle with trailer plus tent, and we were the only 'campers'. The rest were gigantic RVs, many with trailers on the back so that 4x4s could be taken for the ride too. How the other half live.
But I was content, after a wet hike and 300 miles of driving in the pouring rain, I had found refuge for the night. The site had toilets, and that was all I needed. Washroom and showers were a bonus too. It also had WiFi access, hence my typing what you are reading, in a cold van at 11pm. And the huge RVs kept rolling in after their long hauls through the driving rain. Hopefully the sun might shine in the morning.