Friday
We sadly left Red Fleet SP and the fabulous memories of the Dinosaur National Monument and started West towards Salt Lake City. As usual we looked for a cuppa along the way, civilization is a bit sparse on this road, which interestingly was the last area of the USA to be settled. Our last chance was a township called Roosevelt and we had got all the way through and could see open range ahead when we spied a dive! It should have been called the Lat Chance Saloon, but was actually called the Pelican Cafe, it looked almost dangerous, but we pulled in, noticing that actually there were a lot of other cars there, which is usually a good sign. Oh yes it was a good sign. Foolishly I succumbed to a cinnamon roll, which was possibly the largest cinnamon roll in the whole universe, fortunately Sally cheated and ate a lot of it with me.
Refreshed we moved on, as we traveled through the areas we notice that this is a major oil and gas production area, with many nodding donkeys and flare stacks visible from the road. Soon we reached our halfway stop which is at Starvation Lake State Park, the reason for the name is lost in antiquity and shrouded in mythology and was probably made up anyway.
The major pluses for this place is that it has full hook up, well laid out and is empty. The lake is a reservoir and not particularly inspiring. But it is warm and oh so relaxing.
We have stayed here an extra day just to relax. I have been on a couple of runs and we even had a campfire tonight, the first that I have made on this trip, usually we have been able to rely on good old Roy to stoke up a fire.
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