Where There Is a Road

Water for our Paper Palace

Then water became the most important thing. Drinking water, of course, was no issue. Our land is abundant with stores stocked with jugs of water. No. It was water for everything else. The taps for filling up campers and jugs were off in this area for winter.

Starting in Idaho the hunt for water was on… only my communication defiant husband hadn’t let me in on the issue until we were scraping the bottom of the tank. The towns and cities of Idaho offered dump stations, but they were closed for the season.

In the meantime we passed through Idaho potato land (dump trucks full of potatoes) into the Grand Tetons of Wyoming where Moose and Elk lazed in the fields waiting for the thaw to take in the mountains.

We stopped at every rest stop. Side-eyed gas stations. Rubber necked at the sight of a campground. Nothing.

After a night by a Wyoming lake we tried again at two Wyoming Campgrounds and the visitor center on the Boyson Reservoir.

Water, water everywhere….

but nothing we can attach a hose to.

Wyoming is a spectacular state. Filled with surprising landscapes. After the Reservoir we followed the highway through a river-railroad-canyon pass, going through a series of tunnels carved out of rock. Along the roadside the rock formations are are dated and labeled to to the time period they were formed. Once leaving the canyon we were treated to a land that could’ve been straight from Arizona. Earth in shades of red, green, violet, and tan.

On the side of the road in Ten Sleep, Wyoming we spotted a tidy little town park. And easily accessible from the road was a water spicket under an old cottonwood budding out for spring.
And it worked▪️


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