10-21-08 Tuesday (Wading to Ellis Island)

This morning I received an email from our ex-personal-trainer, Wade Ellis. Apparently he read the blog. He said, "Hey ladies, no velveeta shells and cheese on my watch. " Well, if it helps any, it's the 2% milk variety. Really. It's a good thing I haven't mentioned all the junk food we buy when we stop at gas stations. Cheetos, icecream sandwiches, Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies, mmmmmm. Allow me to advertise Wade for a minute. He's a licensed Realtor, http://activerain.com/wadegene will give you his bio and his mug shot. I'm glad to see he referred to his partner as a business partner. One day while working out, I heard him mention "me and my partner", when he returned his attention to moi, I told him that sounds gay and to say "business partner". Nice job Wade. Secondly, Wade is a Fitness Trainer with the Omni Club. It's great having him demonstrate an exercise involving weights. After he slides on the big ole 10 pounds, he acts like it's very heavy (so I won't feel like a wimp), and proceeds to make a constipated face while doing so. Gotta love the face. We only pick on Wade because he's one of THOSE people. You know, younger, in shape, and employed.

Jim is busy creating a plumbing nightmare at the water connections. He's added braided water lines to the fresh water. I think with all the connections, we can now go from Utah to Florida without ever disconnecting. He's much like his Grandfather, and won't stop until he views it as perfection. I bet Wade's plumbing skills consist of flushing the toilet in the dark, which he's still perfecting since he keeps missing, eh Lady? Try sitting on the bowl, it's worked for women for a long time. We love you Wade!

In other news... Our itinerary has been updated. Click on the link from the left sidebar to view it. Yes, your left.


At this campground, Cadillac Ranch, they have some horses, donkeys, and 2 emu. We finally walked over to the "petting zoo" with Dasher. Here's our visit:

Jim offers the horsey a cigarette.

More horses and donkeys.

I think this one was smiling.

An emu which growled, but the owner said is very friendly.

Off to Valley of the Gods we went. It was OK. It's more rocks. Pretty soon the rocks are going to have to light up and play music to get my attention. I enjoyed the off-roading that was necessary to get there.

On the way back home, we saw a mountainous, treacherous looking road to drive up. It was Highway 261. We had to do it.

Here's the sign to Highway 261

Here's what the GPS showed.

The view which included the road we drove on.

The view that made it all worth while.

Hey, Laurie, can you imagine working in swales and being told to work on this beauty?

We dropped Dasher off at home, and drove to the grocery store. No, not Wal-Mart. It had gotten pretty windy throughout the day. We saw several more tumbleweeds blow by.

Tomorrow we leave nothingness (Bluff, UT) to go to (Diddly-Squat) Torrey, UT. Where's Torrey, UT, hell if I know, grab an Atlas, I can't do everything for you. I'm not your guide to "Miles of No Where".

In just moments from now, I'll be making my famous chicken dish. I call it "Garret ala Shake and Bake". And no, you can't have the recipe. Where's that Atlas?

Here's a sign in Bluff, UT. We so wanted our free bandana and then shop for western decor at our wanna-be favorite steakhouse.

OK, another point. Being a New Yawka city boy, I didn't know what these were. Jim told me what they were for. We'd see many signs saying "Cattle Guard" but I never saw anyone. One day, I finally connected the 2 together, not knowing that the grate is called a cattle guard. Oh, and for the other city-folk, these prevent cattle from going onto roads but yet are safe for vehicles to drive over.