Sunday, August 26, 2018

Day 119 - Sunday - Cedar City, Utah and not a cedar tree in sight


Day 119 - Sunday - Cedar City for the First Time this Year

Time to pack up and leave for a short and hopefully uneventful 22 mile drive that will take us down 5,000 ft in altitude.  We get everything in its place, pull in the slideouts and reassure the cats.  We've used the leveling jacks this time and Vicky greases them before I retract them.  They all come up with no problem but the control panel is telling me jacks are still down.

There will be no problem driving since we know the jacks are up, but for the first 2 miles or so, and intermittently thereafter, we get loud warning bells from the system.  Even though we know it's crying wolf, I do stop to check that the jacks are up - they are.

We've decided not to hook up the car until we get out of the boondocks and back to the place 2 miles down the road where we unhitched on the way up, so Vicky drives the car to the parking area and Quill, Cosette and I get to listen to the warning bells from the jack system.  The noise stops just before I pull up near Vicky, and we hook up the car and check that everything is working.

The forecast is for sun and clear skies, but winds of 20mph or more after 12 noon, so we set out soon after 11am for the short trip.  Nevertheless, by the time we start the twisty downhill stretch on Utah Route 14, it's already noon.  Fortunately since we're traveling though mountain country, there are no nasty crosswinds or even tail winds, so no problem there.

I pull over in the brake check area and let several cars pass me, then set off downhill.  I have 2 controls on the RV to help preserve the brakes on deep downhills.  The first turns off the overdrive and the second drops us yet another gear.  I engage both of these right away but still have to use the brake to keep us down to 35mph which is all I feel comfortable with driving 22,000lbs of RV pulling a car on this 7% or more slope.  A line of vehicles builds up behind me but there's nothing I can do about it.  Most of them manage to pass me on one or another of the few straight stretches of road and eventually, about 2 miles short of the bottom of the hill, when both Vicky and I think we smell the tires, we find a safe place to pull over.

I open up the engine compartment - it's not hot - and we check the tires.  The monitor says the pressures are in the range we expect although the temperature of the tires is a little high.  We both walk around and feel the tires - nothing particularly hot, although the hub of the driver side front tire is very hot.  The monitor says it's over 120 degrees which would be very worrying if it were the tire itself, and as we stay parked it increases to about 138 degrees.  Vicky is concerned about this but I point out that we're not moving and the car is in direct sunlight - and the air temperature at this lower altitude is much higher, so I'm not overly worried.

While we're there 2 other RVs pull over.  One had been following us down the hill and he comes over when he sees I have the engine cover open.  The other - a gentleman from Quebec, had stopped to unhitch his tow car before attempting the uphill climb.  He comes over and gives us some good advice about changing down to second or even first gear on steep hills and we're able to reciprocate by sharing good places to camp with him.

After a while we resume the downward journey and Vicky announces that the tire temperatures are going down.  The last 5 miles into Cedar City are relatively flat and we traverse them, and the mile down Main Street with no problem and arrive at the KOA campground where we'll spend the next 3 nights.  We get a nice pull though site with full hookups.  The first thing we do is dump our wastewater tanks which are close to full after almost a week of "dry" camping, and fill up our fresh water tank which is totally empty.  Since it's 80 degrees here we both jump into the shower and feel much better after that.

Vicky, Quill and Cosette all lie down for a rest, which I work on updating this blog and check the email.  We decide to have an early dinner at Milt's Stage Stop, a steakhouse 5 miles back up UT14.  This is a place where we splurge once every year.  The steaks are tender, juicy and cooked just how you like them, and are accompanied by a bountiful salad bar and a choice of side.  Vicky opts for a baked potato while I savor the buffalo chips.  These are slices of potato, deep fried and coated with a mixture of spices.  They're just as unhealthy and as delicious as they sound.

But it's not the food, as flavorful as it is, that makes Milt's special.  Their restaurant backs onto the forest and has large picture windows.  Outside each of these windows they hang hummingbird feeders.  We get there early and ask for a window table so we can enjoy these "little miracles" as Vicky calls them.  If you know anything about hummingbirds you know they're fiercely territorial - but not here.  Each feeder has 5 slots and it's not unusual to see all 5 slots occupied and 2 or 3 other birds waiting their turn.  In fact, at one point we see two hummingbirds politely alternating at the same feeding spot.

Vicky brought her hummingbird guide and we're able to identify various species, including broad tailed, black chinned and the more rare rufous hummingbirds.  I have the camera and am able to capture them (not literally!).  A very special experience as always.

We return to Cedar City and the RV park.  By the way there are no cedar trees within miles of here.  Apparently the original Mormon settlers mistook the local juniper trees for cedars and named the city.  Later arrivals asked where the cedars were and pointed out the error but the name stuck.  When the National Monument was declared in 1933 they elected to go with the historic name even though it's not accurate.

We make friends with some of our overnight neighbors, a couple from Texas who had trouble with the high winds today but survived the trip.  They are into horses so Vicky has a great conversation with them about that.  One of the great things about the RV lifestyle is that you make lots of new friends, although so far none have been long-lasting friendships.

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