early Monday morning, May 5, 2014. We headed out Provo Canyon to Heber. What a beautiful drive. I got a few good shots of the area:
We hit the 80 east of Salt Lake City and were on our way to Wyoming. It was going so well. The scenery sure is beautiful in that part of the country. 
We were tooling along about 55 m.p.h. enjoying the beautiful day and talking about stopping for lunch when BOOM, we blew a tire on the passenger side of the RV. Really?? Luckily (again) we were right near an exit, so we limped up the ramp to survey the situation. Ken wanted to change it himself, but my instinct said to call Good Sam and wait for a tow truck. At this point we are about 20 miles outside of Rock Springs. It took Good Sam about 30 minutes (while we held on the phone) to locate a tow truck that could be there in an hour. Oh well, we are not on any time schedufle, and since our RV has a fully stocked kitchen, I was able to make a nice lunch while we waited. Our tow truck was dispatched from a tire center. It didn't take much convincing to decide we had had it with the new tires we bought before we started this trip. We were told to follow the tow truck and he would lead us back to the tire store. At this point we do not have a spare because it is on the RV. About 15 miles down the road there is an even louded BOOM. Can you believe we blew another tire??? The tow truck driver is way ahead of us at this point and we begin to limp along on the shoulder. The exit was not conveniently located this time. The tow truck driver, realizing we are no longer following him, pulls over and waits for us.
We limp back to the tire dealership and park it in their lot. Let me tell you, these Wyoming boys know their stuff, and they ALL have trucks and trailers. Their recommendation was that we scrap the trailer tires and go with new rims and truck tires. Only problem, not in stock. They have to be ordered, but can be in the next morning. The manager suggests that we park our rig in their parking lot, so we spent the night at the Tire Den. We did disconnect and drive into town to have a nice dinner. We were grateful to be safe, and I was glad that we didn't have to drive any where else that day. It was no problem to stay in the RV that night. We played Rumikub and watched a little TV before turning in early. It was pretty quiet and uneventful until a big rig pulled up right along the curb at about 3 a.m. to fill out his log book. The new tires and rims were in by 10 o'clock and by noon we were on our way. It took so long because after the tires and rims were installed, and we were sent on our way, Ken did his brake check and realized the trailer brakes were not working. Apparently, when the tred broke loose it severed the brake line. The tire guys were able to fix it and readjusted our Reese Hitch and sent us on our way.
We decided to head to Caspar. The RV felt safe and secure so off we went. I found a nice campground located behind Fort Caspar. Our GPS system took us off the main highway and into the belly of Wyoming. OMG it is so beautiful. There is lots of wide open spaces, buttes rising up here and there, huge ranches, lots of lakes and streams, herds of cattle, tons of baby calves, horses, deer and hawks gliding on air everywhere.
There is a ton of Pioneer history in this area. We have noticed a lot of historic markers along the way. It's not always easy to pull over when you are towing an RV, but we couldn't resist the marker for the
Mormon Handcart historic site.
We thoroughly enjoyed the facilities tour, and had a chance to talk to some of the missionaries serving there. It looked like a marvelous place to serve, and you can bring your own housing. They did say you have to be in good shape because you are responsible for taking 17,000 youth on pioneer treks over the summer. Could be fun!! (and you get to wear cute prarie dresses!!).
We got into our site at Fort Caspar about 6 p.m. got set up and took a quick walk around the grounds. It was cold and windy. We spent the next day in downtown Caspar. The buildings are old with beautiful detail work on most of them. We had a real good carne asada lunch at a small Mexican restaurant downtown. I have to have my Mexican food fix about once a week. I do miss my Mexico Viejo in Carlsbad.
In this picture, I thought you'd like to see the facilities at the rest stops in Wyoming. Funny thing, though, when we were here the kids didn't touch the play structure, they choose, instead, to climb in the roofs covering the picnic tables. Go figure!
The Fort and museum are manned by volunteers, and the entrance fee is just $3.00. We spent about three hours here and learned so much. Here are some pictures of the buildings on site. A local stake has built a replica of the ferry used to transport the early pioneers across the Upper Platt River.
We enjoyed our stay in Caspar and are anxious to see South Dakota. The weather has been unseasonably cold with lots of wind, rain, sleet, hail and even snow. We have a break in the weather so are heading out to SouthDakota. Stay tuned for more living.
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