We strike out back down the road we came in yesterday. Sinclair refinery greets us before we hit the highway and stride further down interstate 80 in search of awesomeness. Rock Springs Wyoming is our exit off the highway for our next leg north. We stop for gas and top Penny off. Grand Total: 6.5 mpg on that last tank. I’m more than pleased with the news.
We might as well take in the local sights. There's an off-road only back road that is known to have wild horses in the desert. Katie takes up wheel duty and we strike off in search of feral horses. Two miles into the trip and we see nothing. Katie is already sick of driving in the gravel and I gladly take over off-road duty. We have two very different approaches to Shirley. She believes it's best to go between 7 and 8 mph at all times in case something happens. I on the other hand live by the motto "When it doubt, throttle out" The washboard gravel makes Shirley's suspension crash and bound. This is high speed exploring. So far the only thing with fur we have seen is the dog, and we see him everyday.
Nearly 10 miles into the gravel road and we are about ready to call it quits. The next side road offers us a chance to go back to Penny and keep moving. Katie sees something out of the corner of her I and I slam on the brakes. Could it be? Furry animals stand way off in the distance. Wait.... I saw a trail a few hundred feet back. Shirley whirs in reverse at 20 mph and comes to a sliding halt. That looks like tire tracks through the scrub brush. I slam the transmission into drive and we careen down the path before the furry animals move on. At last. We have found them.
Mission accomplished means we can finally find home. Shirley gets hooked back up and turns right. North bound into another vicious headwind for an hour and half wears me out. It's mile after mile of frayed nerves. Mother nature is blowing nearly 30 mph today and this box on wheels does not handle that well. Imagine your car is actually 11'6" tall. Then make it 32 feet long, and tow a jeep with two kayaks and two bicycles on it. Add to that the altitude and Penny is struggling to sustain 50 mph. Our sanctuary comes courtesy of freecampsites.net for the night. Big Sandy Reservoir is on the way to Jackson and will make a fine place to park. The road in is washboard gravel. Everything in the RV is making noise and I'm just praying that nothing breaks. We edge up to the first pullout we see and call it a day. This will do for now. Life could be worse...