Since I’m in Page getting provisions I thought I’d post today’s instalment even though the day isn’t over yet. I was too hard on Page, by the way. It’s a nice enough town, now that I can see it in daylight. The girls in the tourist office were very helpful for a start.
Oh wow! What a shame the circumstances aren’t happier, because I think I’ve found camper’s paradise. How can anything possibly beat this:
Not a bad camping spot, eh? And only $10 per night. As you can see, it’s right on the beach at Lake Powell, near to Lone Rock, just inside Utah. My next-door neighbours (about half a mile further up the beach) are tour guides in, guess where? Sedona, where I was a few days ago. They drive the pink jeeps I saw everywhere. Jessie and Jennifer are very nice, and lent me some long tent pegs in return for a ride to the nearest gas station for ice. It’s just as well they did, because just after I took the above photo a storm came through and all afternoon it has been blowing 30 knots, gusting 40. My tent just goes flat in a sandstorm like that, and if it wasn’t for the two tons of rocks I’ve put inside it, the whole thing would be in Colorado by now. I hope it calms down or I’ll be sleeping in a thin canvas sandwich, and will be dug up from the sand like a mummified pharoah in a thousand years’ time. But man, what a view!!! My own beach. The water hasn’t warmed up enough for swimming yet, but I’ve had a paddle (me and some ducks, in the middle of a sandstorm).
Anyway, must get back with my new possessions from the dollar store and see if my tent is still there. More about Lake Powell tomorrow.
37° 1’43.59″N, 111°33’4.93″W
Today’s sensations: Sand in my eyes, mixing with tears at the beauty of it all.