Hello everyone!! So this past weekend I took a wee camping trip to Beaver Utah. Our journey began on Saturday morning. We woke up at 8 and smoked a few bowls in the bong before kissing the cats goodbye and hopping into the car. The first half of the trip was not very visually appealing as the desert doesn’t provide much eye candy.
Whenever I take a drive through the Nevada desert I can’t help but think of the movie Tremors. I envision graboids sliding along under the desolate ground, waiting for Kevin Bacon to get off that boulder so they may feast upon him. Which raises the question: Would Kevin Bacon taste like bacon? We then stopped in a small town to refuel the car with gas and refuel our bodies with beef jerky and orange soda. I could tell by looking at the sunken, tired faces of the locals that the only thing to do for fun in that town is meth.
Some small towns are adorable, some make you head back to the car swiftly so that you may leave and never return. Initially we had intended on going to the Great Basin National Park to camp but we had encountered some malarkey and had to readjust our plans a bit.
Did you know there are only 3 campgrounds in the Great Basin National Park? All of which were completely occupied when we arrived on Saturday afternoon. We drove all over that park, and all the way up to the top of Wheeler Peak to find a campsite.
They have 2 additional campgrounds for people with 4×4 vehicle but seeing as my Kia does not come standard with off roading capabilities, we passed on those options. The ranger suggested we stay at a motel to which I laughed. If I wanted to sleep in a bed, I would have stayed at home sir. We headed back to Baker to get gas for the car and rethink our next move when we saw a sign telling us we were a mere hundred miles from Beaver which is a small town in Utah located next to a giant mountain that is covered in lakes. I had never been there before but my boyfriend’s father used to take him fishing in those lakes often so we decided to just go to Beaver so we headed out into Utah. Mormon country. As soon as we had crossed the line into Utah, unease began to settle in. “What are the marijuana laws like here” I wondered, as we sped along the copper colored stretch of road. “Should we outrun the pigs and make a break for the Nevada state line? Why am I thinking of Dukes Of Hazard like scenarios?” I also wondered why the road is red in Utah.
At this point it was about 6pm so I was worried we wouldn’t be able to reach the campground before dark but sure enough, we got there around 8:30 and the sun was still up. For some reason, the sun didn’t go down where we were until after 9:30pm. I have noo idea why that is, i’m sure it has something to do with the elevation but I was a bit mind blown by that. We stayed at Kents Lake campground and this place is officially my new favorite camping getaway. This mountain is covered in trees, flowers, and creeks and is home to many deer and even a few beavers, hence the name of the mountain.
The Host of the campground was an adorable little old man. When we were paying for the site we handed him exact change and he commented that “Oh I love exact change, those people from Vegas always have the hundred dollar bills.” We then laughed and told him we are in fact from Las Vegas but we have been camping enough to know you need to bring small bills to pay for the site. We left Sunday afternoon and it’s funny that it took us 8 hours to get there and only 3 hours to get home. Madness. It’s also funny how different camping is now that I am no longer the child along for the ride but the adult in charge of the trip. Being able to not only choose the location but the food you get to bring and how you are going to get there. Being responsible for packing the car up and washing the clothes once you get home. I even noticed changes in my thought process. When we were on the drive up we happen to be behind a U-Haul and instead of just ignoring it and looking out at the trees outside my window I was reading the information on the U-Haul and thinking to myself how efficient the new lower loading dock on the vehicle is. I am slowly but surely turning into a boring adult. I am fighting it though, making sure I spend as much time as humanly possible on the couch in my underwear avoiding all forms of responsibility. So that was my trip! I ate steak cooked over an open flame, I fucked in the forest, and I came home from the woods refreshed and ready to get back to work in the city. If you haven’t gone camping in a long time I highly suggest planning a trip, even if it’s for one night. We all need a break sometimes and taking a break in nature just seems like the most natural way to spend your free time 🙂