I’m officially in the wild-animal Twilight Zone. It’s no joke that animals are literally in my face on this trip (remember my encounters from the last post? 3-Week Teardrop Trailer Trip: Wildlife IN YOUR FACE in Grand Teton National Park). Even after leaving Wyoming’s wildlife-abundant national parks, we still happened upon large critters on the road to Utah . . .
that brazenly stopped traffic and sauntered by my car window . . .
When we left the “Yellowstone / Grand Teton / Jackson Hole” area on Day 15, we made our way to Utah. Are you familiar with the saying “It’s the journey, not the destination?” Well, I can honestly say the best part of this trip for me has often been the drive to the next place. Most of the time, I’ve been hanging out the window with my camera, taking pictures on the fly, or reaching over Mark while he drives to take pictures out HIS window. At this point of the trip, just willy nilly holding the camera out the window and snapping photos works, too.
By now, it should be clear that I remain obsessed with hay on this trip,
how hay is stored,
how hay ends up looking like this . . .
when it started off looking like this . . .
This New York suburbanite had no idea that lush green hay fields went through a cutting process that lumped the cuttings in neat rows and left them to dry, later to be rolled and bound. Whether drying hay chased itself in huge crop circles or raced along in straight lines with trains that helped define property lines, hay kept grabbing my attention. Maybe there’s a future for me in processing hay. Anything is possible.
We headed out of Wyoming via Route 89 South, despite the fact we planned on taking I-15 South. The trip via I-15 may have gotten us to Provo, Utah, faster, but it was so pleasurable to travel a very rural Route 89. If we hadn’t gone this way, besides missing in-your-face cattle and dozens of hay fields, we wouldn’t have been able to take this shot while passing through Afton . . .
or this shot of three dogs riding at 70 mph on the back of a fifth-wheel truck . . .
You see that country dog there? He’s looking at our suburbanite dog, thinking either “You think YOUR life is tough?” or “That’s right. No biggie. I do this every day.” I can’t be sure which, but I was impressed.
The truck’s toothless, smiling driver gave us a thumbs up, no doubt for our teardrop trailer, at about the same time I was giving him a thumbs up for his bad-ass dogs. Our dog simply groaned, something to the effect of “Really? And what am I? Chopped liver?”
Shortly after, we crossed the Utah border. If the “Welcome to Utah” sign hadn’t announced the state line, the immediate change in terrain would’ve done the trick.
A few hours later, we were settled in our resting place for the night, Lake Utah State Park in Provo, Utah, where we managed to hook up with my niece who just flew in that same day from the east coast to attend college at BYU.
All in all, this has been a great trip thus far . . . every . . . last . . . bit of it!
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