Day 2 - Barstow, California to Carson City, Nevada

We were wide awake at 5:00, with absolutely nothing to do except stare at the clock and wonder how we were going to fill the next hour. Since the complimentary breakfast didn’t open until 6:00, we decided to put the time to good use. We packed up our suitcases, loaded everything into the car, and still managed to be third in line when the breakfast bar finally opened.

For a change, the breakfast spread was actually impressive, which we figured might have something to do with this being a brand-new facility. Feeling adventurous, we both chose what was generously masquerading as scrambled eggs and split an orange juice between us. Not exactly a gourmet breakfast, but at that hour, it certainly did the job!

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when we headed out for our next overnight stop in Carson City, Nevada. The first couple of hours looked pretty much like yesterday—miles and miles of what appeared to be empty space.

Of course, it really isn’t empty. There’s plenty of stuff out there; it’s just that most of it isn’t particularly interesting. What did catch our attention, though, was the surprising number of old, weather-beaten homes scattered across the landscape. And, almost without exception, they seemed to have at least one satellite dish perched somewhere nearby, as if even the most rundown homestead had to have access to the outside world.

It was a landscape with plenty to see, just not necessarily anything you’d put on a postcard.

After several hours, the scenery suddenly did a quick 180 and, almost as if someone had flipped a switch, mountains appeared on the horizon. Before long, trees began popping up, too. What a relief! Apparently, neither mountains nor trees had disappeared from the face of the earth after all.

As we continued climbing, the elevation steadily increased. The road seemed to be taking us higher and higher until we finally topped out at just over 8,100 feet. After all those miles of open, scrubby landscape, the mountains and trees were a very welcome change of scenery.

At some point, I stopped admiring the scenery and decided to take a look at the miles left until empty. The number staring back at me was 64. That got our attention

After some discussion, we settled on a Shell station at the June Lake Loop. The price was a breathtaking $7.099 a gallon. I bought four gallons, which, in the Honda Hybrid, should give us roughly 194 miles—more than enough to get us into Nevada and safely to a proper fill-up.

June Lake holds a few memories for me. These days, it’s a built-up recreation area, complete with designated campsites and even a grocery store. But back in the late 1950s—very late, mind you—a high school friend and I used to head up there to fish. In those days, there were little more than dirt roads and the wonderfully simple camping rule of: find a spot you like and camp there.

It’s hard to reconcile that memory with the June Lake we see today. What was once a quiet, rough-around-the-edges fishing and camping spot has grown into a full-fledged recreation destination. Progress, I suppose—but I have to admit, there was something pretty special about those dirt roads and picking your own campsite.

The rest of the drive into Carson City was uneventful, except, of course, for the traffic. Starting in Gardnerville, traffic suddenly turned into full-blown rush hour—except nobody had apparently told the clock. It was just a little after high noon, but judging by the number of cars on the road, you’d think everyone had just gotten off work and was racing home for dinner.

Earlier, we had entered the address of the local Honda dealer, so when we arrived, I spent a few minutes explaining to several service reps what had happened the day before. They were baffled by the loss of electric steering and puzzled by the pumpkin-colored instrument cluster.

After considerable discussion, the jury retired briefly and returned with its verdict: they had never seen anything like it, had no idea what had happened, and therefore could not recommend anything other than continuing to drive it.

They did wish us luck, which was appreciated. It was also about as reassuring as being told by your doctor, “Well, this is interesting.” Neither of us was feeling particularly confident about the rest of the trip, but we will continue on.

Since we were a little early to check in, I decided it was time to make my usual $20 donation to a casino. After reviewing a number of slot machines, we walked past one that seemed to speak to me in a low, rather sexy voice: “Try me.”

So I did.

The machine had a Chinese flavor, featuring a Chinese woman throwing dumplings. I had no idea what was going on, but apparently neither did I need to. I slipped in a $20, then made three plays at 80 cents each—and suddenly the bells rang, the lights flashed, and the machine began telling me to “press button” over and over and over.

For the next ten minutes, I obediently pressed the button while the machine continued doing whatever it was doing. I had no idea what the woman, the dumplings, or the buttons had to do with winning money, but I was willing to remain uninformed. Eventually, I ran out of free button pushes and discovered that my $2.40 investment had turned into $132.92.

At this point, I felt it was best not to tempt fate or give the casino a chance to reconsider its mistake.

Did I cash out immediately?

Oh yes, I did.

We decided to try to stay on the healthy side for dinner, so it was off to Olive Garden for soup, salad, and breadsticks. The dinner was very good and just what we needed.

Our waitress was excellent, with a sharp and funny sense of humor. She was also very helpful when I managed to spill some of my soup, apparently in an attempt to make dinner more memorable. She quickly arrived with a handful of napkins, some ice for my thumb, and a fresh bowl of soup. I had managed to turn a simple bowl of soup into a minor medical and housekeeping incident, and she handled it all without missing a beat. She definitely earned a generous tip.

Tomorrow we’re off to Grants Pass, back in our old home state of Oregon. Part of the drive will take us along the backroads, so we’re looking forward to a little adventure. After the events of the last couple of days, “backroads adventure” may be an interesting choice of words, but it should be fun.

Day 1 - Home to Barstow, California

Having dedicated several months to planning and more than a week to packing, you’d think we were headed off on a smooth-sailing adventure. Naturally, that was our first mistake. Life had other plans. She showed up, looked over our carefully constructed itinerary, and simply said, “Ain’t gonna happen.”

The plan was flawless: sleep late, start packing the car about 8:00, and be on the road at precisely 9:00. Easy, right? Apparently not. At 5:30, the sleep gremlin crawled out from whatever dark corner of the bedroom it inhabits, poked me awake, and apparently decided that sleeping until 7:00 was an unreasonable luxury. After lying there long enough to become thoroughly bored, I finally surrendered. We left at 8:00—which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing. The gremlin had won, but at least it got us on the road early.

Most of today’s drive would not qualify as scenic unless your definition of scenic includes an impressive collection of sand, scrub, rocks, and an occasional tree trying desperately to prove it belongs there. Interstate 10 West from Buckeye, Arizona, to Blythe, California, crosses a vast stretch of Western desert filled with... well, almost nothing. There are a few trees—small trees, but trees nonetheless. Towns are few, small, and spaced far enough apart to make you wonder if the previous one was actually there or just a mirage.

What the desert lacks in scenery, it more than makes up for in trucks. Lots and lots of trucks. Interstate 10 is a major artery for goods moving inland from the ports around Long Beach, California, and the parade of semis heading east seems to have no end. Mile after mile, they roll along carrying containers, packages, machinery, and who knows what else. Much of it began its journey halfway around the world in China and is now making its way toward the heartland. Apparently, even the desert has become part of the supply chain.

The first stop of the day was for a mocha at Starbucks in Blythe. This has to be the fifth or sixth time we have refueled there. Blythe is right on the Arizona/California border, with the first offramp being Intake Boulevard. I believe this is where those escaping the Dust Bowl in the 1930s were taken into California. Think The Grapes of Wrath.

Next was US 95, which I have referred to in the past, and still do, as the Roller Coaster. When it rains, this area often suffers flash floods, and the dips in the road carry water from the mountains down toward the Colorado River. This is another road one is happy to see disappearing in the rearview mirror.

Our lunch today was a first for us. We had never had a smashburger, and for once we went off the script and decided to give one a try. Were we ever surprised! It was great, as was the service at Needles Smash Burgers. This is one we would recommend if you happen to find yourself in Needles. If you do find yourself in Needles, please let me know how that happened.

So far, it had been a fairly calm day, and we were settling in for the last leg from Needles to Barstow. Then, about an hour down the road, things changed in a hurry. The electric power steering suddenly stopped providing power, and I was instantly back to driving a 1949 Ford. But that was only the beginning. One by one, the warnings started appearing until the entire instrument cluster was glowing orange. No lane following. No cruise control. No tire-pressure monitoring. No emergency braking. And then more warnings, seemingly without end, as every one of those really cool computer functions disappeared. The car was still moving, but it was becoming very clear that a lot of its electronic safety net had just vanished. My instrument cluster had turned into a large Halloween pumpkin, and I was beginning to wonder what might fail next.

Did I panic? Well, maybe a little. Barb, meanwhile, went into problem-solving mode and located the nearest Honda dealer—nearest being about two hours away. I was soon on the phone with a very nice service advisor. She listened patiently to my tale of woe and, while she was very sympathetic, had no idea what could be wrong. The only thing she could offer was for us to bring the car in the next day. Then, almost as an afterthought, she suggested shutting off the engine, waiting 15 minutes, and seeing what happened.

So there we were, with no real plan other than hoping the car would continue to behave itself. We plodded along at about 56 MPH down the interstate, watching for a place to pull off and try the engine-shutoff trick. It was a little like when the tech tells you to turn the router off and on again to reset it—except this time the router weighed several thousand pounds and we were sitting in the middle of the desert.

Finally, an exit appeared, and I decided it was time to take the chance. My biggest worry was that once I shut the engine off, it might decide not to start again. We pulled off, stopped, and waited. Fifteen minutes can seem like a very long time when you are wondering whether your car is going to cooperate.

Finally, I pressed the start button. The engine came to life. Good start. Then I checked the steering. Power steering was back! That was a huge relief, but the orange warnings were still staring back at me from the instrument cluster. We had gained some ground, but the Halloween pumpkin was still glowing.

Needing gas, I pulled into the Chevron station and, after discovering the California way to use a credit card—it’s not at the pump—I purchased a small quantity of unleaded. $7.91 per gallon? No, wait. $40 bought me 5.06 gallons. Either way, it was not exactly a bargain.

Then came the moment we had been hoping for. I started the engine again, and this time the instrument cluster came alive clean and normal. No orange warnings. No list of missing systems. No Halloween pumpkin. The power steering was working, the warnings were gone, and suddenly the car was back to being the car we had started the day with. After all that drama, the simple sight of a normal dashboard had never looked so good.

The rest of the day was uneventful, which was perfectly fine with me. I had pretty much reached my limit on events for one day.

Check-in at our motel was delayed, so we used the extra time to find some fajitas for dinner. Nothing fancy, but after the day we had just experienced, dinner and a little downtime sounded pretty good.

It wasn’t a great day, but we made it through, the car seemed to have recovered, and tomorrow is another day. We’ll be up and running again in the morning—hopefully with considerably fewer events.

Day 4 - Flagstaff, Arizona to Home

The last day of the trip was an easy drive home from Flagstaff, taking just over two hours. We hit the road at 7:05 a.m., skipping both breakfast and our usual Starbucks stop so we could get an early start.

Starting at nearly 7,000 feet, we headed south on Interstate 17 through pine forests that once again reminded us of our time in Oregon. Before long, however, the scenery began to change. The forests gradually gave way to the rugged Arizona desert, and it wasn't long before saguaros and other cacti dominated the landscape.

Not to be without our mocha for the day, we stopped at a Starbucks in Anthem and picked up our favorite drink. Caffeine in hand, we completed the final stretch home. It had been a great trip filled with beautiful scenery, interesting places, and a chance to explore several retirement communities. As always, it was good to be home, but we were already looking forward to our next adventure.

Day 3 - St. George, Utah to Flagstaff, Arizona

Once again, the alarm clock won. We found ourselves at Einstein Bagels shortly after they unlocked the doors at 5:30 a.m., proving that the only thing motivating us to be awake at that hour was a shared bagel breakfast sandwich. Properly fueled, we hit the road and pointed the car toward Flagstaff, Arizona, ready for whatever the day had in store.

Interstate 15 and a state route carried us through Hurricane, Utah, before we headed onto unfamiliar territory. The next 141 miles were all new to us, and they turned out to be some of the most enjoyable of the trip. Highways 59 and 389 took us through Apple Valley, Colorado City, and Fredonia. Once we picked up U.S. Highway 89A beyond Fredonia, the scenery really shifted into high gear. As we climbed to nearly 8,000 feet, the desert gradually gave way to forests of towering pine trees. For a moment, it felt like we’d accidentally wandered back into Oregon. All that was missing was a little drizzle and someone reminding us to recycle!

After descending nearly 4,200 feet, we were treated to some spectacular rock formations near Cliff Dwellers Lodge before crossing the Colorado River at Marble Canyon. By the time we reached U.S. Highway 89, we had completed 141 miles of some of the most dramatic and unforgettable scenery we’d ever driven.

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From red rock deserts to cool pine forests, steep mountain climbs to deep canyon descents, this stretch of highway kept surprising us around every bend. It was one of those drives where the journey was every bit as memorable as the destination.

The astute reader may have noticed that one essential part of our travel routine has been conspicuously absent by now: the Starbucks mocha

Unfortunately, there wasn’t a Starbucks anywhere along this wonderfully scenic stretch of highway. As beautiful as the drive was, it turned out to be something of a mocha desert. We survived the deprivation, but it wasn’t easy.

Fortunately, we located a Starbucks in Page, Arizona, and decided it was well worth the 26-mile detour. After all, when you’ve gone that long without a mocha, what’s another 52 miles of driving?

Mocha in hand, we headed south on U.S. Highway 89 for an otherwise uneventful drive to our overnight stop in Flagstaff, Arizona. Despite obeying every speed limit and taking time for a walkabout in Cameron, we still arrived more than two hours before hotel check-in.

With time to spare, we toured an independent living community that Barb had discovered through some excellent reviews. It was a beautiful facility—only four and a half years old and nestled in a peaceful forest setting.

There was just one problem. At over 6,900 feet in elevation, it was a little too close to the sky for us. We loved the place, but our lungs voted “no.”

Later, after checking in, we each enjoyed a bowl of soup at Olive Garden before returning to the hotel to settle in for the night. It was a quiet, relaxing end to a day filled with spectacular scenery, mountain roads, and one very important mocha stop.

Tomorrow we’d point the car toward home, but for now we were content to call it a day and enjoy one last night on this trip.

Day 2 - Around St. George, Utah

Up a little after 6:00, and by 6:45 we were partaking in the typical motel breakfast. Today’s offering consisted of what appeared to be a very thin Southwest omelet. Accompanied by a glass of orange juice, it turned out to be pretty good. I also grabbed a hard-boiled egg just in case the omelet was made from powdered eggs.

Last night Barb discovered that my leather shaving kit was falling apart. Actually, it looked like the leather was dissolving. After an extensive online search, the only locally available replacement was at Kohl’s. So, after breakfast we wasted a little time at Walmart and then headed to Kohl’s when it opened. As it turned out, there was only one left, and I grabbed it.

Next up was a call to Snow Canyon to arrange a visit. As luck would have it, our contact was out for the day, so we met with another representative who showed us around instead. We took a good look at the space, imagined what it might be like, and weighed the possibilities. In the end, while we liked what we saw, Snow Canyon may have slipped off the short list.

Since we’re trying to be a little more mindful of what we eat—which mostly means eating less—we decided to split a ham and cheese sandwich at Kneaders Bakery for lunch. It was a simple trade-off: skip dinner out and, instead, settle in later with a Kind Bar and a bottle of water each. Not exactly a feast, but a small step toward staying on track while we’re on the road.

With a whole afternoon left and nothing on the agenda, we headed north on Interstate 15 to the Toquerville turnoff. Toquerville is a typical small Utah town with a population of 2,344. Located only six miles from Hurricane (population 26,891), its residents have little need for a business district, allowing the town to retain its rural character.

The rest of the day was spent back at the motel getting ready for tomorrow’s drive and overnight stay in Flagstaff, Arizona. The route will take us along a few roads and through a few towns we haven’t seen before, so it should be an enjoyable drive.

Day 1 - Home to St. George, Utah

After a quick muffin breakfast and loading the car, we were on the road by 6:05. Within the first 45 minutes, we had topped off the gas tank and procured a peppermint mocha from Starbucks in Wickenburg.

Our route today took us north on what the signs call Future Interstate 11. By “future,” they mean a highway that currently switches back and forth between two lanes and four lanes over and over again. The four-lane sections are very much interstate quality. The two-lane sections, not so much.

After heading west on Interstate 40, which is undergoing major renovations, we made a quick stop at a Safeway in Kingman, Arizona, for two bananas (all of $0.49) and a quick walk-about. We find these short walks are necessary every couple of hours. It must have something to do with age.

The drive from Kingman to Las Vegas on Highway 93 was no different than in years past—boring. I will say that today a pickup truck towing a trailer did not run two stop signs and race across a four-lane highway directly in front of us. The video from our dashcam is available in the September 25, 2025 post.

We chose to leave on a Sunday specifically to avoid traffic through Las Vegas, and, as we’d hoped, it was light compared to a typical weekday. I did get a little distracted and missed the Interstate 15 ramp to St. George, Utah. However, the Lady in the Dash quickly jumped in and found a way to get me back on course.

Our last walk-around of the day was at Lee’s Discount Liquor in Mesquite, Nevada. Lee’s is not your typical liquor store. Oh no—it’s a warehouse-sized liquor store. If you’re looking for an obscure bottle of Scotch, bourbon, gin, or just about any other alcoholic beverage, Lee’s is the place for you. They also have a huge selection of wine and beer. The only black mark we found? Not a single beer from Oregon.

The last few miles to St. George were quick and uneventful. Barb worked her magic and got us a room for two nights, the first of which was free. That's magic. Dinner was at one of those kind of places you don't return too.

Tomorrow we are off for another visit to Snow Canyon Retirement Community.

Day 5 - St. George to Home

Up at 4:45 to get an early start on the day. Half hour to get ready, a few minutes to load the car then on the road. First stop was Cracker Barrel in North Las Vegas. There was more traffic than I expected early in the morning, but we made it through with only two major delays. Sometimes I wonder why traffic comes to a complete stop and then half a mile later starts right up.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. It was an interesting trip, learning about what our future life might look like.

Day 4 - A Free Day

Today was a free day with no more facilities to visit, so we skipped breakfast at the hotel and headed to Chick-fil-A. We each ordered an egg and cheese breakfast biscuit. They have the best biscuits around, so it's no surprise they've topped the American Customer Satisfaction Index for more than a decade.

After breakfast, we headed north on Interstate 15 to Cedar City, Utah. It was a short 52-mile drive, made even quicker by Utah's 80 mph speed limit. One of the main reasons for the trip was to visit the new National Cemetery. Opened in late 2025, it is still quite small—only about eight acres—with just 20 to 25 headstones. The cemetery has beautiful mountain views and real grass, unlike the gravel-covered national cemetery in Arizona. As with all National Cemeteries, burial is provided at no cost for eligible veterans and their spouses. If we eventually end up living in Utah, this is where we'll be buried.

After lunch, we continued north on Interstate 15 to the small town of Parowan, Utah. There wasn't any particular reason for visiting other than Barb wanted to see it. With a population of around 3,000, there's not a lot to see. Parowan's claim to fame is that it's the county seat of Iron County and the oldest town in southern Utah. More than anything, it has a genuine small-town, rural atmosphere. It does "small town" exceptionally well, and in today's world, that makes it seem like a wonderful place to live.

Back at the hotel, it was time to decide where to have dinner. After more than half an hour of going back and forth, we finally settled on Sandtown Pizza. It's small and far from fancy, but the pizza was outstanding. When we finished eating, the young woman who had taken our order brought over one of the handheld payment devices that restaurants use these days. She looked at the screen, smiled, and said, "Oops, looks like it's free." Apparently, she had pressed the wrong button, and just like that, our bill was marked as paid. Needless to say, she received a very generous tip.

The rest of the evening was spent packing and getting everything ready for the trip home the next day.

Day 3 - Around St. George

Day 3 began with another great breakfast at the hotel. We joked that maybe we should start doing this when we get home.

We spent the morning exploring St. George once again. One thing that really stood out was how clean the city is. From the most luxurious homes to the more modest neighborhoods, everything was neat and well maintained. The yards were meticulously cared for, the streets were spotless, and we didn't see any graffiti. There also seemed to be an abundance of upscale homes, many perched on bluffs with what must be spectacular views.

At 11:30, we met with the representative who was showing us Legacy Village. Like yesterday's visit, the tour included several different independent living options. Afterward, we had a question-and-answer session with the representative, followed by lunch. Once the tour was over, we decided that Snow Canyon would remain our first choice.

For dinner, we ordered clam chowder from the hotel's restaurant. Although it was prepared a little differently than we're used to, it was excellent. We also finally mastered the hotel's streaming TV system. Tomorrow is a free day, so we'll probably take a drive farther north and see what we can discover.

Day 2 - Around St. George

Before I tell you about our day, I wanted to share this photo we took this morning.

The breakfast at the Inn on the Cliff is outstanding. It is delivered right to your room and includes a small glass bowl with fresh fruit topped with yogurt and granola, a glass of orange juice, a slice of cheddar cheese, and a small bag of almonds. It's a simple breakfast, but a very good one.

With our first retirement community appointment scheduled for noon, we spent the morning driving around St. George. The first thing we noticed was the width of the streets. They aren't just wide—they're really wide. Apparently, when the town was first laid out, the streets were made wide enough for an ox cart to turn around without difficulty.

Notice how the wide street makes the cars look so small.

We also stopped to check out a couple of Smith's grocery stores (the Utah equivalent of Kroger) as well as Harmons Neighborhood Grocer. Harmons was especially impressive—an exceptionally nice store that reminded us a lot of Market of Choice in Bend.

At noon, we met with a representative from Snow Canyon Retirement Community. Our visit began with lunch, followed by a tour of the independent living residences and amenities. We then spent quite a while talking with the representative and getting answers to our many questions. Our first impression was excellent. Of all the communities we've visited so far, Snow Canyon immediately moved to the top of our list. here.

Dinner was at another one of those places we won't be returning to any time soon.

Tomorrow, we have another place to visit and maybe a little more exploring.

Day 1 - Home to St. George, Utah

Thinking it was going to be a long day, we were up, packed, and on the road by 5:43 a.m. Our first stop was for gas and two apple fritters—fuel for the car and fuel for us. From there, we took Loop 303 to US 60 for the drive to Wickenburg.

US 60 between Surprise and Wickenburg isn't the most scenic stretch of highway, so driving it in the dark seemed like the perfect way to begin the trip.

One bright spot was that Wickenburg has a Starbucks, making it a welcome stop before continuing north.

From Wickenburg, we followed US 93 for 122 miles to Interstate 40. Someday, US 93 is supposed to become Interstate 11, but I doubt I'll live long enough to see it. The northern half is a beautiful four-lane divided highway that looks and feels like an Interstate. The southern half, however, alternates between two and four lanes, making for a less consistent drive.

After a short stretch west on Interstate 40 to Kingman, we continued north on US 93 toward Las Vegas. Just before the always slow drive through Boulder City, we picked up the completed section of Interstate 11, which makes getting through Las Vegas much easier. By the time we reached the northwest side of town, it was definitely time for lunch—and that's when the day started to unravel. Barb searched her phone for a place to eat while I concentrated on navigating the traffic. She finally found a Subway that wasn't two exits behind us, but when we pulled into the parking lot, one look was all it took for both of us to decide to keep driving. Our next plan was to find something in Mesquite, Nevada.

After a little more searching, Barb found a restaurant inside a motel. Once we were seated, we realized we were actually sitting in the motel's breakfast room. We were just about to get up and leave when the server came around the corner to take our order. Fortunately, we stayed. The hamburgers were excellent, turning what looked like a questionable choice into one of the pleasant surprises of the day.

A short drive later, we arrived in St. George and checked into our hotel. Dinner that evening was at a Mexican restaurant that won't be making our list of places to revisit.

Despite a few bumps along the way, it was a good first day on the road. Tomorrow we'll begin touring a couple of independent living communities and get our first real look at what St. George has to offer.

Day 5 - St. George, Utah to home

Well, this should have been a great day and it almost was. Alarm was set for 6:30. but we were, of course, up at 6:00. Didn't take long to get the car loaded and we were at Cracker Barrel just after 7:00. Unlike the one in Flagstaff, this one was note woke. Rocking chairs, checker boards and lots of stuff on the wall. We a great server. She clued us in on how to get the buy one get one free breakfast. Barb did the magic online and it worked.

The best part of the drive today was through the Virgin River Canyon on Interstate 15 in Arizona. The rock formations are amazing and I can't imagine building a road through that terrain. What really surprised us was that we had driven this section of Interstate 15 only a few years ago and didn't remember a bit of it.

The drive through Las Vegas was what you would expect, lots of traffic and total disregard for the speed limit. The new Interstate 11 is a big plus, totally avoiding most of the traffic in Henderson and all in Boulder City.

A bit of excitement came on four lane, well divided section US 93. I was doing 73 in a 75, when a pickup truck pulling a trailer on a cross road decided to cross from left to right in front of us. I saw him in time to figure he wasn't going to stop, so was able to brake in time. The recording from the dash cam has been added to the file on close calls.

This is a clip from the dash cam. The truck ran two stop signs to get to this point. Click for video.

Once through Flagstaff, we headed East on Interstate 40 and then continued South on US 93. Somewhere we saw a sign warning of the crash ahead. Nothing much happened until we came to a complete stop on a two-lane section. After about 20 minutes a few cars came the other direction, giving hand signals to turn around. After a few minutes I did and what followed was a very long way around. Only a few (Steve, that's you) would know just how we went to get home. After backtracking about 20 miles or so we took a right on Highway 97 toward Bagdad, then a right on Highway 96 headed toward Hillside, then straight onto Highway 15 to Kirkland and finally a right on 89. All of this was somewhere around 55 miles of road I wouldn't drive at night and during the daytime only when forced to. We passed through Peoples Valley, Yarnell and Congress before rejoining Highway 93 just North of Wickenburg. At that turn on 93 there was no traffic coming from the where the accident was.

So, we got home a little late, but in one piece. Overall, this was one heck of a fun five days and as I have said earlier, we will be heading back to Escalante.

Day 4 - Escalante, Utah to St. George, Utah

Up at about 7:00 to a light rain and our cat friend on the deck. We did most of the packing last night, so just the last-minute stuff and tidy up of the tiny house a little. Kinda sad to be leaving because it was so much fun. Breakfast was quick and packing the car was quicker, with the cat following us out to the car.

Barb suggested we wait to collect our morning mocha till a little later, so off we went about 8:00. Happy to report the windshield wipers work, although I'm still not sure about all the functions. Fortunately, the rain was light and didn't last long.

Our first stop was in Tropic, at the Bryce Canyon Coffee Company for a mocha. This town being sort of a gateway town to Bryce Canyon has dozens and dozens of little cabins for those visiting the park. A few miles past the enterance to Bryce Canyon National Park we passed through the two Red Canyon Tunnels, which were carved out of Navajo sandstone to provide access to the park.

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Then there was this rock formation I liked, so I took a photo.

When Highway 12 ended we headed North on Highway 89 to the town of Panguitch, Utah and then left on highway 143, toward Lake Panguitch. This must be a difficult road in winter, as there was a sign shortly after turning that read "Snow Tires or Chains Required November 1 - March 31 Next 45 Miles". Nothing optional about that. And as we continued I got the feeling we were climbing, but since the Honda doesn't have a GPS with altitude display like the Jeep, so I wasn't sure. I guessed 8,000 feet. Then I remembered an altitude app on the iPhone and when Barb pulled it up we were at 10,556 feet. Just missed by a few feet.

At this altitude the aspens start turning early and these were a reminder of our time in Colorado.

A little later on, in a really mountainous area we began seeing a lot of pretty fancy homes, condominiums and hotels. Figured out what was going when we also started seeing chairlifts. Turns out we were in Brian Head, which is a pretty big ski area. Heading back down toward civilization on a very curvy road, with some significant dropoffs, I'm glad I don't have to ski there.

Next up was Parowan, Utah, where we grabbed a quick lunch and then headed to St. George, Utah on Interstate 15. If you like to drive fast, this is the highway for you. Speed limit 80 MPH. I kept is around 73 and was passed by semis. Fortunately, it's a really good road.

Arriving in St. George early, we located our stay for the night and then took a look at a new retirement development. Went through a very nice model home of about 2,500 square feet. Three bedroom, three baths and a casita. Great kitchen, with high end appliances. 1.5 million dollars. Barb had been talking about moving to Utah, but this home is out.

Our lodging tonight is The Inn On The Cliff. Very nice room and great views from the deck.

Dinner tonight had its share of pluses and minuses. On the plus side we had a window table looking out over the above view, Barb's salmon was really excellent and I had a good IPA. On the minus side I really wanted a Southern Comfort Old Fashion, but the establishment only had a wine and beer license and the ribeye I ordered was awful. I order medium rare and there was no sign of pink, there was no taste and it was tough. The waiter, to his credit, noticed my displeasure, inquired what I was thinking, told the manager and the substantial cost was written off. Waiter earned himself a nice tip.

Before closing shop for the night, I thought I'd try a night shot from the deck. Not much there, except the bright spot on the right, which is the St. George LDS Temple.

Tomorrow we head home. Should take about four hours, with a stop for breakfast and one for gas. We both agree that even though it was short, it is one of our best vacations.

Day 3 - Around Escalante, Utah

Slept in again till 7:00. Helps to be in a different time where it gets light later. Another breakfast of bagels, but today added a hard-boiled egg. Not exactly gourmet, but fast. Barb put a few clothes in the washing machine and we were off for a little drive.

We headed generally North East on Highway 12 to the small town of Bolder, Utah (population 227). Along the way we passed through some really fantastic scenery. Mostly a narrow two-lane road, with lots of curves passing through and around spectacular red rock formations. At one point had a 14% downgrade, and with the curves it's pretty hard to watch much of the scenery.

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Heading back to Escalante we stopped for a mocha at Escalante Outfitters, which turned out to be a better choice than yesterday. After getting back to the tiny house we realized it was lunch time, so headed back to the mocha place for a BLT, bag of chips and a pair of diet cokes. The rest of the afternoon was spent reading and naps.

Of course we had to have a happy hour, if for other reason than to use up the rest of the perishables as there would be no refrigeration on the way home. Strange, our black cat friend that joined us on the deck the last two nights was absent. After happy hour we spent some time packing up anything we could do without overnight and carting it out to the car. Said car just happens to be our brand new 2025 Honda Accord Hybrid Touring, which was on its maiden adventure.

I am very happy with the car. It's fun to drive, loaded with every possible safety feature and I will never complain about averaging about 49 miles per gallon.

Dinner tonight was Barb's best Mac and Cheese, and with that we have used all the food we brought along.

Tomorrow we will overnight in St. George, Utah, before heading home. We both wish we could have spent a few more days here, just relaxing and getting away from all the busy home stuff. But, we will be back.

Day 2 - Around Escalante, Utah

First of all, a correction to yesterday. We forgot about the time change in Utah so, we only drove for about ten hours on Day 1. However, that was still a long day and we were fully deserving of sleeping in till 7:15.

Started the day with coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. Then it was a drive into town, which is about six or seven blocks long. We made a stop at Escalante Mercantile and Natural Grocery and quickly decided we wouldn't need to bring so much food with us next time, as this shop had everything we would need. A very nice young guy, who winters near Phoenix, supplied us with a couple of places that could provide a mocha, so that was the next stop. Mocha was so so, but we headed back later for a lunch sandwich.

I took some photos of where we are staying. Unfortunately, I didn't take them before we spread our stuff out.

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This place was so well thought out. There really is everything you need for a very pleasant and restful stay. There is even a first aid kit and a small tool box. The best thing about this place is that it's isolated. When we go to places like Colorado Springs or Redmond we are always out doing stuff. Shopping, eating out, seeing friends and such. None of that here. Just relax.

Might as well talk food for a moment. Not knowing what might be available in a town of 800 or so souls, we brought most of what we thought we would need. Two dinners (chili and Mac and Cheese), two bottles of wine, one bottle of champagne, a package of Scottish smoked salmon, a bag of Barb's best ever chocolate chip cookies, bagels and various happy hour treats (cheese, crackers, cream cheese). Now we know better and next time will lighten our load. Yes, we will be coming back, but won't do the drive in one day.

The afternoon was lazy, which is what I think this place was made for. Barb was out on the deck reading and I was rereading "Another Lousy Day in Paradise". A fly-fishing book that was last read at least ten years ago, so, my memory being what it is, this will be an entirely new book for me.

Original plan was two have two dinners in and one dinner out. However, after the large sandwich and chips, we had for lunch we settled for a happy hour and not a bad one either. Smoked salmon, cream cheese, crackers, a cheese spread and champagne.

Tomorrow we plan to take a little drive and see some of the scenery.

Day 1 - Home to Escalante, Utah

Knowing it would be a long day, we were up at 4:30 and leaving the house at 5:50. Our plan was an eight hour drive from home to Escalente, Utah. Now eight hours is about three hours more than I like,but we thought we could do it. Turned out to be eleven hours and a few minutes. A real bummer.

Our first stop was a little over two hours out at Cracker Barrel in Flagstaff, Arizona. Now Cracker Barrel has been our favorite breakfast stop for decades, but this one had gone woke. No rocking chairs, no checkerboards and no old stuff hanging on the walls. They did give us a special of buy one Old Timers breakfast and get one free. For that reason, and that reason alone, they get a pass this time.

The drive from Flagstaff to Page, Arizona was mostly through the Navajo Nation and is really sad to see what our government has done with the indigenous people. Did they get any rich farmland as found in say Iowa or Nebraska? No, they got the desert. All over the Southwest they got desert. No crops for them. On the plus side, they can make beautiful silver jewelry, colorful, blankets and artistic baskets and try to sell their wares from rundown stands along the highway.

The drive in from Page was pretty uneventful. A few construction projects slowed us down a bit and we took a couple of rests stops, including Glazier's Market in Kanab, Utah.

The reason for our trip to Escalante, Utah (population 822) was to spend three night in a Tiny House at Escalante Escapes. I found this place while poking around Utah on Google Earth. What a find. 370 square feet of luxury living. This place has everything you could ever want and much more. Kitchen has everything, including pods for the coffee machine. TV and mini-split AC in both the living room and bedroom and deck with gas BBQ. Everything is here. We will be back. Maybe for a week. I'll have some photos tomorrow.

In the meantime.

Having a little happy hour on the deck and we seem to have acquired a cat.

Day 15 - Henderson, Nevada to Home

Well, all good trips must come to an end and the end of this trip started at 5:35. I'm beginning to think it's always dark at that hour. Anyway, there was an IHOP next door and since I have many Pancoins with which to buy Barb free pancakes, that was our first stop.

Staying in Henderson put us South of Las Vegas and that gave us pretty light traffic. The new Interstate 11 is a great drive. Currently only in Nevada, it will someday extend from Nogales, Arizona to the Canadian border. With environmental groups jumping in with lawsuits progress has slowed. Construction started in 2015 and 54 miles have been completed.

Most of the day was spent on Highway 93, with the first 25 or so miles being very scenic. After that, not so much. We were surprised to see an actual Starbucks at the Terrible's White Hills Roadhouse, in White Hills, Arizona. We passed and continued to Kingman, Arizona for Starbucks and a little walk around.

After a short drive on Interstate 40, continued on 93 to Wickenburg, Arizona. Hoping for the best, there are signs on this section of 93 announcing it will be part of Interstate 11. Wishful thinking say I.

At Wickenburg we continued on US 60 to Loop 303 and then out the Parkway to home, where we were greeted with a 112-degree tempreature. Fortunatly, we had an App on our phone to crank up the AC after leaving Henderson.

All in all, it was a great two weeks. Barb's 60th reunion was a lot of fun and we got to visit with a few good friends in Redmond. The California and Oregon coasts treated us to seafood and we filled an ice chest with some Oregon treats.

270.7 miles today and 3446.7 miles for the trip.

Day 14 - Carson City, Nevada to Henderson, Nevada

Well, we were both very tired yesterday and headed for bed about 7:45. Strangely, we were up at 4:30, dressed and had loaded the car by 5:05. By the way, it's dark at that time. Stopped at Ron's place, Starbucks and Shell for fuel and headed East on Highway 50.

Initially, the drive was easy, in spite of the darkness. Apparently not a lot of people are up at that hour. A short way down the highway the sun started to rise in the East. I had forgotten about that bit of nighttime vs daytime until cresting a hill and being blinded by a large yellow orb.

Today's warning signs included cattle, horses, angry bulls, big horn sheep, mules (maybe donkeys, I don't know the difference) all on or near the roadway. Travel today took us past three military installations. Fallon Naval Air Station, home of Top Gun, the Navy's premier air combat training facility. Hawthrone Army Depot is a 147,000-acre ammunition storage facility. Creech Air Force base from where pilots remotely fly drones such as the MQ-9 Raaper.

Most of our time today saw spent on Highway 95, which is home to many small towns. There's not much that can be said about most. The Angel's Lady Brothel stands out on the North side of Beatty. Although closed in 2014, the sign remains prominent beside the highway. Goldfield hosts the International Car Forest, where 29 cars are planted vertically in the ground. We have not visited, nor do we intend to, so no photos of the forest. Amargosa Valley offers up the Area 51 Alien Center. I offer up this photo as proof of its existence.

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And now for today's excitement. About 3:30 in the afternoon, we were doing about 70 MPM (in a 70 MPH zone) on a good two-lane highway, when I noticed an oncoming car in my lane. The car was trying to pass a semi, but had no chance of doing so before meeting the Jeep head-on. My initial reaction was hitting the brakes hard and beginning a move toward the right shoulder. Things got a bit dicey when the other car also headed toward the same shoulder. I quickly corrected and moved back into my lane and watched as the other passed by noisily on the gravel. The whole incident was captured on the dash cam. The dash cam is a little over a year old and has captured three incidents.

This is a clip from the dash cam.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, except for the traffic in Las Vegas and Henderson. Tomorrow we head home.

455.7 miles today.

Day 13 - Redmond, Oregon to Carson City, Nevada

Long day (for us) so we were up early and off to Ron's and Starbucks for fuel. This is exactly the stops we made in August, 2017, when we left Oregon for our new home in Arizona.

Once in town, we headed South on Highway 97 through Bend and down to just past La Pine, Oregon. The route taken by most would be Highway 97 to Klamath Falls, Oregon and then Susanville, California. We choose to take the road less traveled. Just past La Pine we took Highway 31 through Summer Lake and Paisley to Highway 395 at Valley Falls. This has always been a great 120-mile drive to avoid traffic, especially trucks. Today I passed no one and was only passed four times. Two pickup trucks, a BMW and an Audi were the speeders.

After entering California at New Pine Creek (yes, that's a town), we stopped at the Java Doc in Alturas, California for more fuel and then took the Standish Cutoff, avoiding Susanville and saving time. From there it was Highway 395 through Reno, Nevada, to our overnight in Carson City, Nevada.

Only a few things to mention today:

From our turn after La Pine to the outskirts of Reno there were cattle. Lots of cattle. Large herds and small herds. Cattle on the move and cattle at rest.

In the small town of Silver Lake, Oregon, is the Cowboy Dinner Tree restaurant. There are only two choices on the menu, both of which come with salad, rolls and cowboy beans. The two choices are a 30-ounce cowboy cut top sirloin or a whole roasted chicken. That's it. We made the two and a half hour drive from Redmond twice. You don't get a takeout box here, you bring an ice chest.

Rest stops were few and far in-between and only one was decent. Expecting the same tomorrow.

This was a quiet 455.7 miles day and we really needed a quite drive. Tomorrow we overnight in Henderson, Nevada.

Day 12 - Around Redmond, Oregon

Out and headed for breakfast at 7:20. Went to The Original Pancake House again, for two reasons. First, a great breakfast, with the best extra crispy bacon. Yes Steve, this is the best you can find.

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Second, we wanted to say hi to Crystal, one of the servers we have known for many years. It was good to see her and her daughter, who is now working there.

Next we took one of our old time drives to Prineville, Oregon. A 26 mile drive, which was added to by taking back country roads. Beautiful farmland, with a lot of cattle, a few sheep and lots of hay. If we were younger, a lot younger, ten acres would be perfect.

Stopped for a Starbucks before heading up Highway 27, along the Crooked River. The Crooked is a tailwater fishery and I did most of my fly fishing there a few hundred yards below Bowman Dam. This is a very pretty drive, with the river in view most of the time. Some views are just better than others.

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This view is from the top of Bowman Dam. That little white dot is some guy fly fishing my spot.

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Leaving the Crooked River behind, we headed West and I was able to get this photo. This is Broken Top Mountain, which I mentioned yesterday as being appropriately named. And yes it is.

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We continued to Bend to finish our grocery shopping. First up was Market Of Choice, where we picked up three packages of Carlton Farms sausage and some marionberry muffins for breakfast tomorrow. The sausages are very, very good and available only in Oregon, so we stock up when visiting. Next was Newport Market, where Barb scored a couple of jars of Marionberry Preserves. Like the sausage, Marionberries are an Oregon product, so they are also on our list.

We went around and around most of the day on where to have dinner. Many possibilities were put forward, reviewed, debated and discarded. By 3:30 we were faced with the possibility of starvation. In truth, we probably could have lasted a few days, but with a full day drive ahead Barb finally in desperation suggested Baldies BBQ. Having eaten at Baldies many times in a past life, it received a unanimous vote in favor and we were off. Two BBQ pork sandwiches (one with slaw the other with toast) later we were back in our room getting packed to head home.

225 miles today.

Day 11 - Around Redmond, Oregon

Slept in a little today, so didn't leave till about 7:44. Coffee and a split bagel for breakfast at the hotel and then a real coffee from Starbucks. Safeway gave us two more bottles of Portland Ketchup, one destined for a friend at home. There are still several food items on the grocery list that are only available in Oregon.

Taking a drive around Redmond, we were amazed at the growth. Population sign says over 38,000, which is 15,000 plus more than when we arrived in 2004. Downtown had added a number of new restaurants to feed the growing population.

At 10;00 we headed back to Eagle Crest for brunch with long time friends, who were neighbors for many years. Good time catching up since our last visit in 2023.

After lunch were took a drive out highway 126 to Sisters, Oregon, for a look around. The best I can remember is it's still a good tourist town. Back to Bend on Highway 20, I remembered a Mountain View Point and stopped to offer up the following.

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These are the Three Sisters Mountains. They are named, from left to right, South Sister, Middle Sister and North Sister. At some point in time, creativity was lacking in those tasked with naming mountains. Nearby are Broken Top and Three Fingered Jack, mountains with appropriate names.

Two reasons for taking Highway 20 back. First, a stop at Riverhouse Lodge for a Bloody Mary. This is a must for us every time in town. Super Bloody Mary and nice view overlooking the Deschutes River. Second, another must stop at Bargreen Ellingson Restaurant Supply for box of food grade gloves. Both were accomplished.

Back in Redmond we took an early dinner at Diego's Spirited Kitchen, a favorite while living in and after leaving Redmond. Coconut Prawns appetizer and followed by Chicken Fajitas made a great meal as usual. Diego's has always been a go to restaurant for us.

Last item on our to do list today was a visit with a very, very good friend Phyllis. Always fun to sit down with a wonderful lady.

Tomorrow we have a full day,including taking a favorite drive in the country and grocery shopping.

92.5 miles today.

Day 10 - Sandy, Oregon to Redmond, Oregon

Up and on our way at 7:11. First stop Safeway for a Starbucks and pastry. Second stop a closed weigh station for breakfast.

Three ways to get to Redmond: Continue on Highway 26, through Hood River and The Dalles or through Maupin. Hood has too much traffic, The Dalles is to out of the way, so we took the Wapinita Highway to Maupin and then Highway 197 to Madras.

Madres is a small town on the Deschutes River. It has a really great fly shop and there is a lot of rafting done on this part of the river.

Deschutes River from the bridge at Maupin

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First stop in Redmond was the Original Pancake House for late breakfast/lunch combination. When living in Redmond, this was the breakfast place for us. They have by far the best bacon ever, which they say comes out of Montana. Next up was a trip out to the Terrebonne Pioneer Cemetery. We had hoped to see the grave of our very good friend Neil, who recently passed away, but both gates were locked and neither of us felt like climbing the fence.

Since it was close by, we drove over to Smith Rocks. This is a very rugged area for climbing and hiking. And it is not easy for either. These photos are the start of the hiking trail.

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Crooked River below Smith Rocks

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After a stop at Fred Meyer to pick up some much-needed water we explored (sometimes called just driving around) old haunts in Redmond waiting for our room to be ready. Needing to lighten up a little on our eating, we split a good club sandwich.

Tomorrow we have a pretty full day visiting friends and taking care of a little personal business.

218.7 miles today.