VOUS ÊTES UNE DINOSAURE.

I was up weirdly early in comparison to my typical motel mornings. My first move was to do some work on my cracked tablet. This seems like an ideal opportunity to explain what I mean by working on things. Usually, this includes writing about my day, working on my website, scouting out restaurants/campsites/motels, working on french, planning my route, and much more. After "working on things" for some time, I rewarded myself with some mindless television. I found an old sitcom called Night Court on television. Having heard of this show before, I had never actually watched it. Shockingly, it was rather entertaining. After a few morning chuckles, I decided to pack up my gear. 

I started my day heading East on Highway 40. Even though I destroyed that to-go order at some random hour in the night, I was still hungry. There were several options along 40, and I pulled off at a decent-looking cafe. This place was all bang for your buck. For 9.99$, I got a bed of hashbrowns, two over-easy eggs, two slices of bacon, two chunks of pork, two sausages, all slathered in gravy. It was so savory, and I washed it down with some black coffee. After my massive meal, I chatted with the infamous Daveman for a bit. We needed to converse and exchange agendas. He and Wilbo Baggins will be joining the adventure here shortly. For some reason, when we three hang out, we always get ourselves into a sticky situation, stay tuned.

After our brief discussion, I continued along Highway 40. Several miles later, I found my turn-off point for the tiny town of Jensen. Now I was on Highway 149 heading straight for these extraordinary rock configurations. It was not long before I was stopped at the ranger station to pay my entry fee. With full access to the national park, I headed to the site known as Green River Campgrounds. There were plenty of terrorists available, and I chose the one with the best shade. After doing my habitual unpacking, I helped myself to a little snacking. My mini-meal was apple sauce and a sugar cookie. I was transported back to elementary school as I withdrew these items from my lunch box. 

The next move was to explore the area, and that was just enough energy for the time being. It was not difficult to locate a route alongside the river. Ironically, it was named River Trail, and it took me a mile along the river to another campsite. I had this tremendous trail all to myself, with no tourists in sight. It was a magical moment indeed. This new campsite linked up with a different pathway. Before embarking, I read the signage at the start. The sign reminded me that I was trekking these trails at the worst time of day. Morning and evening are the ideal hiking times, I was wandering around at peak sunshine hours. I will admit that it was hellishly hot. 

Dave and Will intend on arriving in the morning, so that will be a good time to knock this trail out. The diversity of stones along this trail is unbelievable. There was also a stellar viewpoint of the massive rock compositions across the river. When I arrived back at camp, I ate some tuna fish with mayo and sardines with hot sauce. It was a sufficient snack. As the sun slowly sank, I sat riverside and worked on things via tablet. My black five-gallon water pouch had been sitting in the sun for most of the day, and it was time for a campsite shower. The water was warm, which was wonderful. After my cleanse, I got the fire going and heated up a can of chunky beef soup. Rather than get my petite pot dirty, I hoboed it hard and set the tin can on the fire. The remainder of the evening was spent relaxing and writing. Tomorrow backup arrives. Click here for the route.