We left Wendover and headed east on I80 through Salt Lake City. As soon as possible, we turned off the interstate and started towards the Colorado border. We spent the night near Dinosaur in Utah on the Starvation Resevoir, which happens to be near Starvation Point. I know there is a story there but we didn't learn it. Those Mormons, they were pretty literal when naming places. We stopped at a grocery store in Heber City Utah to pick up supplies. It was staffed with lots of teenage, blond, stepford kids; one of which tried to get us in a conversation about religion and how wonderful the Mormon church is because there are 2 missionaries in just about every spot on earth. I tried to be nice and so did Marlene but he was really heading in the wrong direction for a polite conversation. Heber City was spooky, we got the hell out of there.

Starvation lake was a nice campground, no dogs on the "beach" but we parked where the cottonwoods came up a ways from the water and didn't worry about it. I had an imaginary conversation where I told whoever was in charge that I didn't know where they had been but I was from California and there was nothing even remotely resembling a "beach" here at Starvation Resevoir, to have a beach you need sand and this was just a dirt field. Hmph!

The next night we stayed in a small company town called Rangely Colorado, in this case it looked like the town belonged to Chevron. They had a nice campground by the river though, on the honor system it was $15 including electricity. Very quiet. We celebrated Mimi's birthday, had an enchilada dinner and apple pie.

I'm back, and we are back on the road. Mostly we've been in Cathedral City since the last post, I'll talk about that perhaps later.

Today we drove from Las Vegas, NV north on route 93 through eastern Nevada. Beautiful and desolate, long endless valleys of mesquite and sage with high mountains on both sides, some with snow still on in the crevicesses. Hot and dry, a long ribbon of road with very little traffic stretches for hours.

Mimi spotted a small herd of wild mustangs, the stud running his 5 or 6 mares towards a concrete water tank for cattle. We slowed to a stop and he turned to face us, putting himelf between us and his mares, letting them get farther away. It was a magical, magneificent moment. When we didn't approach, he went after the mares, nipping at them, faster away from us and danger.

I didn't get any pictures that time but farther on we spotted 2 more herds, each with one stud and 5 or 6 mares. One group was at a waterhole and there were 2 others hanging back a couple hundred yards. The stud watched them but didn't go after them and they didn't approach the water until the rest had left. We figure they were young males that had been run off the main group but weren't ready to go off on their own or perhaps weren't ready to challenge dad.

It was a wonderful experience to see these horses living wild and free. I believe Nevada has the largest number of wild mustangs in the US. I'm not sure how the scattered ranches handle it, the stud will try and steal their mares any chance he gets.

We pulled into Wendover Nevada about 7pm, just after our friend Marlene had arrived from the SF Bay Area. We met up and moved to the lot at the Rainbow Casino for the night. We went inside and had a pretty good buffet dinner, Mar and Mimi gambled a bit later.

We're on our way to Cheyenne WY for the 50th anniversary of the type of motorhome we have, Lazy Daze. There will be hundreds of them there for a week, lots of socializing from the online forum members and other interesting events. We're taking the slow route as we have a week to get there.