Thanksgiving 2020, my wife and I have now camped on this weekend for 42 years straight. I personally started camping on Thanksgiving in 1973 at 19 years old when I discovered Anza Borrego Desert riding dirt bikes with Friends. Lynn and I started there as well, cooking game hens on coals buried in the sand for Thanksgiving dinner, driving our dune buggy and riding dirt bikes while sleeping in tents. Graduating to truck campers, motor home and in 2007 back to our current pop-up truck camper. We used to take our daughters out of school the whole week for camping at Anza Borrego and many other places in the Southwest including Baja, it's been a great tradition.
It is about a nine hour boring as hell drive from Boise, passing Salt Lake City, to get to the general area of Utah we like to visit. Salt Lake is a rotten place to drive by, the freeway always torn up and traffic backed up for miles. Getting an early start from Boise is important to try to hit the Salt Lake area before afternoon traffic really hits the brakes.
This year I had a fantastic idea to help pass the time, podcasts! Ok so I'm a bit behind the times but late is still good and yet finding a podcast to listen to is just another form of channel surfing, an hour later we had something to listen to. Now I'm waiting on the Verizon bill to see how much I went over our data plan. Next time I'll download ahead of time using our unlimited home wifi plan. See, I'm getting there 21st century, lookout!
I had picked out a few possible camp spots using Google Earth but getting to a place after dark limits a guy to being able to pick and choose. We were so lucky to find the turnoff to this place and the road so 4wheelish that I got out and walked maybe a mile to make sure it was drivable and desirable. A big yes to both. Pulling up I had to drop the trailer to be able to use the camper steps, still not being able to see the surroundings under night clouds and no moon coming through. Come morning I knew we had a great camp spot.
Then back to camp...put on your glasses to see the camper
Poor girl, she still follows me through the rocks and cliffs. Ok cliffs not so much anymore. It's not the fall that scares her she says, but the landing.