On to Movin’ On

We must be suited for life on the road. No matter how happy we are to
be someplace, we’re just as happy to be leaving. We’re leaving Heber
City now, headed south. This Wasatch Mountain State Park is hard to
work. Park management has no commitment to the program. They use the
outside of the map which shows the campsites and trails, but don’t
understand how the inside, the advertisements, work as a directory of
services for the RVers and supports the advertisers, who actually pay
for the map. We found park people who told us they don’t give the map
to RVers and campers who seem to know their way around the campground.
State parks quite often have an elitist attitude about the maps and
advertisers, not helping us until it becomes clear they might not get
their free maps. Last year I had 16 advertisers. This year 10 of those
advertisers said they didn’t get any response from last year’s ad.
Knowing the park has been handing out 2005 maps (“they’re pretty much
the same, aren’t they?”), or not handing out any maps at all, it is
hard for me to overcome an advertiser’s objections and maintain my
integrity.

So we tried to educate the park folk, sold enough to make print plus a
little for us, and we’re movin’ on. We are passing up Willard Bay State
Park right now. They don’t hand out their maps either, so we know they
will have enough to last until spring. Maybe the bird watching will be
good there in the spring. Or maybe not.

Small Utah towns really turn out for Halloween. They decorate
everything. The 5” of snow we had night before last didn’t slow anyone
down. I love Halloween because it’s the one time of the year I can buy
big bags of candy and not be self conscious in the check out line. We
have fond memories of costume parties and potlucks. This year’s
goofiness seems a step down from the year I was part of Bob and Carol
and Ted and Alice (four people wrapped in a bedspread carrying a
headboard), but we’re having fun with it.

Boo,