Looking East on I-70 and Seeing Nothing Well our great summer adventure of 2015 is over. It ended, not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Our RV, which we call Bam-Bam for reasons known only to Linda, went kaboom on a steep mountain grade while crossing the middle of Utah on I-70. Apparently Bam-Bam just had enough of climbing mountains and decided to quit.
Unfortunately she chose a spot in the absolute middle of nowhere to give up the ghost. The place where she chose to quit there is absolutely nothing. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Not a tree; not a bunny rabbit; not a coyote. I actually took some photos while standing in the middle of the highway. Do you know any other Interstate where you can do that?
We all know the expression, the middle of nowhere; now Linda and I have been there and know exactly where it is - it is in Utah along I-70.
Our RV, which we call Bam-Bam for reasons known only to Linda, went kaboom on a steep mountain grade while crossing the middle of Utah on I-70. Apparently Bam-Bam just had enough of climbing mountains and decided to quit.
Unfortunately she chose a spot in the absolute middle of nowhere to give up the ghost. The place where she chose to quit there is absolutely nothing. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Not a tree; not a bunny rabbit; not a coyote. I actually took some photos while standing in the middle of the highway. Do you know any other Interstate where you can do that?
We all know the expression, the middle of nowhere; now Linda and I have been there and know exactly where it is - it is in Utah along I-70.
Looking West on I-70 Past Our Tow CarStill Seeing Nothing
We called our service and they found a towing company 67 miles away. After about five to six hours we were in bed at a GM dealership in Price, Utah.
So Bam-Bam is now sitting in the booming metropolis of Price waiting for an engine to be delivered to Tony Basso, the local GM dealer.
Our trip is cut a bit short for now, and sowe are home thanks to our our trusty tow car. We'll try to pick up some of the last pieces of our adventure when we return to Utah to pick up our coach.
So Bam-Bam is now sitting in the booming metropolis of Price waiting for an engine to be delivered to Tony Basso, the local GM dealer.
Our trip is cut a bit short for now, and sowe are home thanks to our our trusty tow car. We'll try to pick up some of the last pieces of our adventure when we return to Utah to pick up our coach.
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