Magnus goes (with luck) to Oregon, Day 7

Sunday, September 6

Ed seems to be good one day and miserable the next. I want him to try to eat but he's complaining of nausea. After 1200 calories yesterday and no output this morning, who knows?

Sitting around obsessing about every little ache and pain is not helping matters.

I'm angry at myself for having given the false hope that we had a two nighter next stop. Not so. It's a long drive (3.5 hours) and a one night stop. There's a 3pm check-in time but since it's Sunday that may not be a problem--most likely we can check in early. Still, it is labor day weekend...

Crossing Wyoming. Wide, flat, rolling, treeless. The only trees I see are those planted beside houses and not many of those. No mountains in the distance--just more swells and sky.

On the far horizon to the south I can see power lines and an occasional building. That's all. Imagine if you were in a covered wagon crossing this prairie--you could see nothing at all.

Crossed a Continental Divide. Is it THE Continental Divide?
Later crossed it again. Same one? I don’t think so.

This campground--Dry Hollow Campground Echo SP--is kind of small and crowded but so lovely! On one side there's a "rail trail" between the campground and a county road, and beyond that rich green pasture tucked under big bumpy hills.
On the other side a steep bank lined with cottonwoods, just starting to turn yellow. It slopes sharply down to a big dry lakebed with water in the distance.The northern end of the lake has lots of water, this end has little. And across the lake another steep slope with Interstate 80 hugging the side. The trucks stream by but so far away you can't even hear them.

Down in the shallow water lots of white pelicans. Up in the campground turkeys. Not shy at all.

Ed and I walked down into the lake bed. There's a vehicle trail leading down, starting from the middle of the campground.

Later Molly and I walked along the trail north for a ways but never did make it to the other part of the park. We passed some parking areas on the road and could see where people had carried their picnic supplies down for a day of play in the lake. Nice.

Lovely trail. They must have done a lot of cleanup to remove cinders-- it was mostly smooth and clear.  No signs of a railroad having ever been there--maybe it was a small, old timey steam train.

Evening sunset of a lifetime. First pink and then turning vibrant yellow; then, glowing orange toward the sun and deep purple blue opposite. Two large bats flew up from the cottonwoods, met briefly, and fluttered away in opposite directions.

Molly and I walked south along the rail trail and found another campground there, a group camp. The sunset went on and on, red at the end and fading slowly.
Rain in the night but dry by morning.

Review:Dry Hollow Campground Echo SP, Coalville UT
Sweet little no-frills stop at the dry end of the lake
 
We had site 4D, a pull-thru site with 50 amp and water. There is no dump station but the campground host gave us good description on how to get to the one at the nearby Phillips 66.  We decided we didn't need it so I can't tell you what it charged.

Our site was small but more than adequate. Site surface asphalt. A very nice host parked beside the gatehouse greeted us on arrival.  The campsites were not exactly spacious but they were not cramped, either. It had a number of campers because it was Labor Day weekend, of course, but it wasn't full.

Perfect access to the rail trail.