Posts Tagged ‘mountains’

Ice in the tent

28th January 2011 by Helen
a cold and frosty morning

a cold and frosty morning

We woke this morning to thick fog outside.  Or was it cloud?  Same effect, no doubt due to the height we were camped at (5361 ft).  The beautifully etched sandstone cliff faces we had seen last night were shrouded and all but invisible.  The silence was still the first thing we noticed, although the cold overnight had left us with thick ice on the inside of the tent.  After breakfast, and with little sign of the fog lifting and defrosting the ice before we could pack the tent away, we heaved it shut, to the crackling sounds of the ice breaking up inside, before we set off again in search of Moab.

Since shortly after leaving Wendover we have been driving the US version of ‘off-road’ – classified as unpaved and suitable for 4×4.  However they were in very good condition with only a brief stretch of corrugations.  We really didn’t notice much difference between these roads and the paved roads.  Paul in particular was disappointed as he had been looking forward to a good bit of off road driving through the desert. 

Back on the road again we realised just how fortunate we had been in stopping at last night’s campsite, as we were almost immediately back on to the paved roads, where the main difference is that they are harder to get off and find somewhere to camp.  Gradually, the fog lifted and the sun came out.  We passed through the towns of Delta (with me singing the few words I could remember from the old song Delta Dawn) and Holden before getting back on to the main Interstate system and passing through Scipio, Salina and Green River, before finally reaching Moab in the sunshine.

During the day we have climbed higher and higher in some of the mountain passes – reaching some 6,900 feet at one point. 

By now it was late and dark.  With the cold and cloudy weather this morning we had not been able to dry and air the tent.  We figured it would still be full of ice and so opted to sleep in the cab in a rest area just outside Moab.  One of the hazards of a roof tent in below freezing temperatures!!

Campsite – Rest Area 22 miles south of Moab

Distance travelled – 298

Serendipity

23rd January 2011 by Helen

Serendipity – That really is going to have to be the title of a book about this trip.

taken from Antelope Island, Salt Lake

taken from Antelope Island, Salt Lake

We had planned to leave Antelope island today and ‘camp’ in a rest area on the way back to Salt Lake City tonight so we could hit the Mormon family history centre to look up Paul’s granddad who ran away to Africa when he was a teenager, before heading up to America and the gold rush in his 20’s and 30’s, before returning to England to raise a family.  However, we don’t have enough information about him yet (like his first name and his date of birth – a bit critical really), and this island is such a lovely place we decided to stay another night.

Jack-rabbits a-bound on Antelope Island

Jack-rabbits a-bound on Antelope Island

And so it was we took a walk around the northern end of the island, across the beach of the rare oolitic sand, took lots more photos of the snow capped mountains that surround this valley, perused the information in the visitor centre where I replaced the map of the Western States that had been stolen, saw some more jack-rabbits leaping across the rocks and grass, peered through binoculars at the grazing bison, and finally returned to our campsite to cook up some dinner.

Antelope Island, Salt Lake

Antelope Island, Salt Lake

One of the reasons for staying an extra night was the temptation to make use of the fire pit and have a burning log fire we could cook over.  We’d found some partly burned logs in the fire pits as well as having some wood of our own on board ready to burn.  Paul did the man thing and got a fire going, laid out the chicken on the grill, and started to cook the beef I’d already chopped up and put in the saucepan.  Some of the logs were a bit damp and not burning so well, so Paul added the special shop bought log we had with us – guaranteed to burn for three hours.  The flames leapt high around our chicken pieces and saucepan and so we had char-grilled chicken for supper.

The island had been quite busy today and a few people had driven slowly past while looking at our set up.  Occasionally one would stop and ask if they could take a photo.  Then right towards the end of the day another couple stopped (Buddy & Linda).  They were very keen to know about how our tent worked and we got chatting a bit.  Then the serendipity bit.  Would you know it, they had on board some spare maps of the very places we want to go and so we have now replaced most of the maps we lost in the theft in Salt Lake City.  Just need Mexico now!  They also gave us some much appreciated fresh fruit, grapefruit from California!!

Soon after darkness fell again.  The sky was clear of clouds and the stars hung in profusion above our heads before we hit our pillows for the night.

Campsite – Antelope Island

SLC Departure

22nd January 2011 by Helen
The Griggs family - thank you for being so welcoming

The Griggs family - thank you for being so welcoming

It has to happen sooner or later.  We have to move on.  We wouldn’t be travelling otherwise.  It’s always sad and difficult when you’ve got to know people well.  We took photos with Tom and Jen and the kids, played with Lexi the dog, couldn’t find TC the cat, and waved goodbye.

Way back in Mongolia, I recalled the words of my first ever 45 rpm record, back in about 1970 – Lee Marvin’s “Wandrin’ Star”.  Strange to think he sang, “Do you know where hell is, hell is in hello, heaven is goodbye forever, it’s time for me to go”.  We don’t think that’s true.  We’ve enjoyed meeting so many people and we sincerely hope we will be able to keep in touch with them over the coming months and years.  Having finally braved getting myself a Facebook account, that might even be easier now.  So thanks to Tom & Jenny for all your help and for putting up with us for so long, to Bill & Monie (did I spell that right?), for all your help with contacts and parts, and the rest of the local LR club for welcoming us, and again to Pete & Laura for being our first introduction to Salt Lake City.

No wonder the professional photographers were lining up for this scene

No wonder the professional photographers were lining up for this scene

And so it was we headed first a little north towards the big salt lake after which Salt Lake City is named.  Second only to the Dead Sea for salinity only the brine shrimp and brine flies can live in its waters.  The birds love it though and feed on the shrimp and flies to their hearts’ content.  Salinity levels vary between 4% and 28% depending on seasons, depth, evaporation, and such like.  The lake is fed by four major rivers but with no outlet other than evaporation the minerals brought down to the lake are left behind. As the river waters enter the lake there may be some ice forming on the surface in winter but it will always be thin due to the concentration of salts below.

We followed the road from the Interstate to Antelope Island, named after the first animals seen by early explorers of the island.  The ground is largely rock and sand.  The sand here is unusual – oolitic sand it is made up of tiny spherical balls where minerals grains or brine shrimp fecal pellets are coated by concentric layers of aragonite, a form of calcium carbonate, rather like the formation of pearls.  There are few natural trees on the island, which has a mountain range running down the centre.

Sunset over Salt Lake, Utah

Sunset over Salt Lake, Utah

Being on the island is an exercise in contrasts.  On the one hand the land is very barren, despite some 40 freshwater springs.  There are few natural trees, a mountain range running down the centre, bison and antelopes grazing, and jack-rabbits, to name just the animals we saw, as well as oodles of bird life coming and going throughout the year – we saw mainly magpies and some smaller birds in the distance we didn’t identify.  The views across the lake towards the mountains are spectacular and almost free of mankind’s influence.  However, if you look carefully you can see the lights of the city nestling in the foothills of the mountains.  At the weekends there are plenty of visitors with their cars touring the island.  Bridger Bay, where we camped, is one of the designated campgrounds and although it is classified as ‘basic’ by US standards, there are plenty of facilities.  Each camping spot is marked by a picnic bench and fire pit with side table for food preparation.  Behind or to the side of each campsite is a small tree that has been planted.  Vault (ie non flushing) toilets are strategically placed within the campsite area and a large trash receptacle is off to the side.

Once darkness had settled (and the temperature dropped) so the quiet of a non-occupied place replaced the noise of the occasional traffic and a peaceful night was had by all.

Campsite – Antelope Island, Salt Lake, Utah

Distance travelled – 30 miles