As you can imagine, it was a pretty interesting afternoon. I roll through a small town called “Dutch John” and stop to see the dam at Flaming Gorge. Pretty cool, great views. I roll over the damn and around a few curves and up a pretty big hill and I see a campground run by the National Park (or State Park?) system. It’s still relatively early – around 5:00p. I’ve only done 197 miles today. I think about it for a few second and decide to pull in to investigate. Despite all my pretensions to the contrary the camping thing and I are somewhat new to one another. Yeah, I camped when I was a kid. Yeah, I slept out in the woods when I was in the Army (but I had an M16 with me then…), Yeah, I thought that this was a pretty snazzy campground as those things go. And likely a lot better than what I would find by the side of the road in the middle of Utah three or four hours later. I decided to call it a day. That, by the way, is one of the best parts about riding a motorcycle. I pull in, find a spot, pay my $14 for the night and get settled in. I buy a bundle of wood ($5) from the guy running the place and pitch my tent. I’ve got a nice fire pit, a picnic table, a cleared area for my tent, and – best of all – a concrete slab for part the LT. And, oh yeah, uh, “facilities.” Pretty cool. I unload everything and get setup and then ride a few miles down the road to the “Lodge” and do some grocery shopping. They’ve got a fancy schmancy restaurant attached to it, but Gene (the guy running the place) has already clued me in that they’re gonna want something like nine bucks for a so-so hamburger. I bought some groceries and motor back to the campsite. It’s still pretty light out (it’s 8:15p mountain time as I write this and the sun is just now thinking about peaking below the ridge across the way), so I’m not quite ready for dinner. I sit at the table and finish reading one of the books I brought along and then I took a walk around the campsite and said hello to some of my neighbors. This is apparently a pretty good place to hang out if you’re camping and you’ve got a boat – at least 25% of the people here have boats or empty trailers with them. Anyway, I get back to the tent and it’s still somewhat early, so I decided to lie down in the tent and take a nap. Man, what a life.