Bus Stop #10 - Torre Utah

We drove down and down and down some more, from Natural Bridges all the way to the Colorado River. The path took huge meanders that traced the base of the red buttes and teased out the top of the White River Canyon down to the bridge that crosses the Colorado River.

Then we started up and out of the Colorado River's Glen Canyon, through a steep side canyon for miles and miles. All of this - the down, and then the up, were dramatic but no pics, it was kind of ugly - especially the up part. Then, as we emerged from the canyon, ugly turned to just plain purgatory. The wind became incredible (we estimate gusts above 55 mph), dust storms that obscured the near horizon and a landscape that looked like God incubated a dirt quarry and grew it into Utah! As we wound through mountain sized piles of dirt, the wind gusts punched our little bus like a school yard bully. And so we plowed our way up some more, finally to Capital Reefs National Park and the little town of Torrie Utah.

We were traumatized and windblown and we had no appetite for no stinking park with the blowing and the dirt. So Deb sez, "You know, it's been two weeks, let's get a room with a bed and our own shower." And so we did.

Two nights stays we, at the Capitol Reef Inn and Cafe. Theraputic ain't even good enough to describe it. Cleaned the Bus, fixed the galley so we can fire the stove with propane, cleaned our nasty bodies (Deb made quite an issue of my having permanently "dinged" the wash cloth), handled mail issues, and caught up on the blog. So now, two days later, we're ready to take on Scenic Hwy 12, which will occupy a whole blog entry by itself.

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