Hurricane, Utah

We left Shiprock, NM, on December 1st and headed northwest to Hurricane, UT. Mom said she was glad to be out of NM. Because of Covid-19, NM has a limit of 75 people in a store, apparently the size of the store doesn't matter. There are long lines outside Wal-Mart and Home Depot so Mom went to a Family Dollar to stock up on what we needed. Per square foot there were more people in there. Here in UT they apparently go by square foot. When Mom went to Wal-Mart today there was an associate at each door keeping track of how many people were there. The person told Mom that they were allowed 767 in their store based on square footage. There were currently 728.

But I digress. Back to our trip from there to here. Although it was only about 5 1/2 hours according to the GPS, it took us about 6 because of stopping for gas and potty breaks. However, Mom said it seemed way longer because of the terrain we passed through. It was miles and miles and miles of desert, sagebrush, sand and rocks. Some of the rocks were interesting but after you've seen a few it gets all the same after a while. See for yourself.

Yup, pretty much the same for the whole trip. And no cell reception for much of the trip so Mom couldn't even occupy her time.

Some of the rock formations are called mesas. According to Wikipedia a "mesa is an isolated, flat-topped elevation, ridge or hill, which is bounded from all sides by steep escarpments and stands distinctly above a surrounding plain." Some of these mesas had whole towns built on top. Wonder how they get up there.

Trading post where we stopped for gas

So now we're in Hurricane at Willow Wind RV Park. The scenery here is about the same but at least there's some things to do. Almost every day we've been going to a very nice dog park about a 7 minute drive away. Dora and I have lots of fun meeting the other dogs and enjoying some off-leash time to investigate. Dora runs around like an idiot, a black and white flash as she races around playing chase with the other dogs. I mostly wag my tail and enjoy getting petted by the people who own the other dogs. Since I'm old I wear out pretty fast and when I do, I let Dad know to pick me up and let me take a rest in his lap.

Mom has been talking about a really awesome dog wash area in the RV park. So today we checked it out. Well, I'm here to tell you her idea of awesome is much different than mine! It's a raised tub for dogs to get a bath! Dora and I both got one and we didn't think that was very awesome at all. In fact, on a list of 100 very awesome things in life, getting a bath would be 101. The steps to get up into the tub looked like we were walking up to the gallows platform and we both refused so Mom had to pick us up. You know, it took us a long time to get this dirty and we smell almost the way we like. The only smell that would be better would be if we'd found something really stinky to roll in. Now we smell clean and like shampoo and conditioner. Not fun at all. Dora and I made a pact that the first chance we get we're rolling in the dirt!

Torture device, aka dog wash station.

Bye for now. Will write more later.

--Sammy