Day 7 – On the 7th Day, We Rested

The past two days of driving were like being at the bottom of a huge bowl that’s rimmed in different colored sides. The view was ever-changing. Some of the cliff tops were flat mesas. Others were jagged ridges. Some of the sides sloped gently like soft mountains, while others provided a sheer drop like angry cliffs.

It seemed we were constantly going up and down. And, I mean serious elevation changes (not some wimpy little hills). Some days we’d go up to 8800 feet and then back down to 4000.

We were tired of going up and down and around. We needed a break!

We stopped at the Zion River RV Resort. The campground was ringed by multi-colored cliffs. The hues ranged from gray to tan to beige to red. Some were dotted with green trees and shrubs. Others were bleak and barren.

There was a big creek (or small river – depending on your perspective) running behind the camp. Ethan told me I’d give the poor river an inferiority complex, if I didn’t stop calling it a creek. So, I’ll refer to it as a river from now on.

The RIVER looked like the scene out of a Western movie. I could all but see the handsome cowboy riding his noble steed to the edge of the water while searching the opposite banks for signs of Indians. Anyway …

We needed to do laundry. (Now, that’s a let down – from dramatic cowboy to dirty clothes!)

Also, I needed to write. This was the first time we’d had WiFi or cellular service in days.

In fact, we’ve had long stretches with no WiFi – which explains why the dates on my posts don’t directly correspond to the Days listed on the titles. It also explains why I’m extremely frustrated. I don’t usually rely too heavily on technology, but I don’t like wasting hours trying to get a connection either. Guess that’s part of the “joy” of traveling the West.

Westward Ho!