I drove to Utah, thinking at 4,000′ that it would be warmer. Lots of sunshine, but very chilly with a stiff breeze. Fingers cramped up from the cold. Hard to write, very glad for a cup of hot coffee.
On the hood of the truck is a jug of water warming in the sun. The jug is holding down a down vest soaked in gasoline. Spilled when I neglected to securely tighten the top of the 4 gallon container. Between the wind and the sun the gasoline smell dissipated after a two day airing.
I spent the days looking at rocks and listening to the raucous birds. Geese, turkeys, mallard ducks and three trees full of egrets all on the edges of the Colorado River. Hiked up and down the washes and investigated caves. I spent time getting back in the rhythm of truck camping. Where to put things, how to do things, how to stay warm, how to not pee on my shoes,
No one camped nearby until Mike, and his dog Sugar Bear, showed up. They came for a chat in the morning, and Sugar Bear gave me a great lesson. She is a Blue Heeler. She was intensely focused on everything. Everything was worth investigating.