The day we leave for Utah is here.
We are awake and getting ready to leave. It is sprinkling as the car and camper are being loaded. We opt for an easy, relaxed morning, so breakfast is not on the menu. At least not now. Montrose is a few hours down the road, and with searching, we find some options for a late breakfast.
We drive into a parking lot next to the Backstreet Bagel Company. They have seating outside. Moe is glad to be joining us.
We drive through scenery that looks a lot like Utah, with the Christmas melody playing in my head.
Route 50 brings us to Interstate 70. Every mile looks more and more like Utah. The melody is ever-present.
I notice that now the mile marker is posting Mile 1. Nancy and I agree that we must be in Utah. Around a bend, we see the state sign.
We drive past the entrance to Arches National Park. Our campground is just a few more miles ahead. We turn into Sun Outdoors Arches Gateway Campground. We are here before 3 pm and the check-in is easy. We drive to our site and set up the camper. I can finally shower. No showers at the last campground. Nancy does a load of laundry. I am back at the site, clean and fresh. Nancy heads to the shower house. I keep Moe company while he works through his separation anxiety. His mommy is out of sight oh no.
Moe and I are visiting with the couple in the next site. They recommend the Broken Oar Restaurant. We call and ask if Moe would be welcome in the outdoor patio. Yes, he is.
We arrive and meet a couple with their granddaughter, Amelia. Paul and his wife. In the nineteen-nineties, they had a cabin in Wendel, MA. Once seated on the patio, our waiter Vinnie comes over with a water bowl for Moe. I order the smoked brisket, Nancy the shrimp and chips. Moe tastes each, and all is safe to eat. Moe has second thoughts, doubting his certainty, so another testing is needed.
For dessert, I choose the chocolate mousse cake, and Nancy orders the berry-lemon mascarpone. Moe agrees with our choices.
Now we settle into the night, enjoying a cool, dry breeze.
