The time from Bryce to my current place on the Salmon River was nice at first, then boring and then, after one afternoon of eagle and elk stalking at my destination, has turned to rain showers with a wind chill of about 36 degrees. I can't say it is fun to be outside, but, at the risk of becoming claustrophobic I am trying to be out there as much as the weather will allow.
The general rule of RV travel is never look at the distances, always the topography since it really determines how hard the miles will be. Since my aversion to Interstate highways is so strong I found myself on the first day out of Bryce Canyon marching up and down the hills of Cedar Breaks National Monument when SR 14 from Bryce to the Nevada state line was closed for reasons neither apparent nor announced. This detour was welcome since the weather was still marvelous and the scenery its equal. Yet it made the trip longer, which was long enough since my hope was to reach Wells, some 430 miles away near the top of the state before night fall. I knew the trip from Wells to my present place at North Fork Idaho was a long day's ride because of all the things to see along the way and the winding road that borders the Snake River all the way here.. At 430 PM we were here and had a lovely evening that stretched well beyond my usual expectations due to the rising latitude. Full darkness came near 1000PM and I slept in this lovely quiet place in the hope that the rain would somehow miss this happy little valley.
I was very wrong.
The next day dawned cloudy, windy, and (for me) cold. The threat of rain persisted all day and while I ventured out several times. I was never far when the next showers would bring a cold rain. While cold is not something I eschew, cold, wind and water together are not conditions I enjoy all at once. Thus, Friday was a day of indoor cleaning, organizing and catching up on electronic editions of newspapers. Napping was also involved. Two days of 400 mile driving fatigues me now and I was enjoying the zen like silence of my small home. There are no telephone signals here nor television. There is WiFi and Satellite Radio so I don't feel completely isolated.
It is now Sunday. Yesterday was a day of rain. Today is better as the wind has died off and only an occasional shower darkens the brightening sky. I am hoping for a nice day tomorrow before we move on to a housekeeping motel stop in Montana and on to Glacier National Park before crossing into Canada..
Of all the trips I have taken in the spring over the years, this is the first Memorial Day I can recall that was this cold and nasty. I was due for one, and it has not been entirely unpleasant. Because I am this far north, there no crowds here wandering about in general disgruntlement about how their weekend has been "ruined." There are seven RVs here, all but I enjoy the company of at least two dogs each and it is hardly a rowdy bunch. In all, it is a pleasant break.
The weather map tells me that a front filled with rain sits just along the border, a giant comma-like shape that covers the area that I was planning to travel. With luck, it will move before I get there. Without luck, I will change it and move above it. It doesn't matter. There is still much to see either way.