Before we left Moab, We had breakfast at the Jailhouse Cafe, the former city jail and another great steer from Jane. Next stop was the Red Rock Bakery, where we stocked up on bread. Finally, we hit the grocery store and our larder was full.
Just outside of Moab, we had a close encounter with a Pronghorn, fastest land animal in North America. It sprang out right in front of us. Fortunately, I only had to slow down to fifty, to give it the car length or two that it needed to bound away. Oh, give me a home, where the antelope roam. That makes two near misses, so far.
At I-70, we made a pit stop at a UFO alien themed gas station. It was painted in a lurid green and black motif. Anne doubted that the “alien” jerky was authentic.
We scooted down the highway at 80 MPH, but only for a few miles, then it was cross-country time. We stopped at Goblin Valley State Park. There the hoodoos are smaller than the more orcish Bryce Canyon ones. Speaking of which, we got reports from Bryce of 5″ of snow and whiteout conditions. I won’t worry about that today, I’ll worry about that tomorrow.
We camped in the Fruita Campground of Capitol Reef. Orchards are maintained at this former Mormon farming community. Lot’s of cottonwoods, belching a different kind of snow. Anne went to the evening’s ranger talk on stars, but since it was cold, cloudy and a wee bit rainy, I blew it off. I was tired. I got up in the middle of the night and the stars were brilliant.