Bad Choices

On Monday, we left Dinosaur National Monument heading north.  We were anxious to escape from the forecasted 100 degree heat. We chose Buckboard Crossing campground on the basis of altitude and location along our planned route.  In addition, the back road to get there promised be very scenic.

In less than 30 minutes were were mountains where the desert was replaced by aspen forests.

We passed by a half dozen or so wonderful mountain campsites.  "Never mind," we thought, "the one we chose will be just as nice."   Well when we got there, it was terrible.  The sites were exposed and the wind was blowing hard.  In fact is was blowing a dust cloud over the campsite.   The site was for boaters using the nearby Flaming Gorge Reservoir.  There were no trails and nothing to do without a boat. A sign announced a very strange complaint policy.  Libby said, "No go." so we moved on.  Oh, well you can't win them all.

Instead we are spending the night in a motel in Rock Springs.   Libby will do laundry and both of us can get hot showers.  Once a week for a motel is a reasonable compromise. 

Sailboats in the desert