We get an earlier than usual start, in honor of the 9:30 tour reservation we made yesterday. Last night I found that the water faucet at the restroom across from our campsite leaks continuously, so I put a bucket under the flow and use this waste water to wash Essie. By the 
time we pull in the slides, pump ‘n’ dump, and get on the road we know we aren’t going to make the tour time. We just didn’t try; I think yesterday’s experience at the Visitor Center sapped our desire.
We top off with some reasonably priced gas in Page, AZ, which is right across the dam. Good thing, because we don’t see much civilization for the next several hours. I, always the passenger, get the sleepies after a while and go in the back to take a nap. This is actually the first time I have ever tried this. The two lane highway we are driving across the high desert varies back and forth between smooth and bouncy. I wake up on some of the bounces, but the bed offers a very comfortable ride and I actually get some ZZZZs—about an hour and a half worth . That feels better.
We get hungry for lunch and can’t find a flat place to get off the road. But soon we pull into a parking lot behind a Chevron station in Ganado, AZ, and realize there is a Burger King inside. So that’s for lunch. I went around to the generator at the left rear to adjust its altitude compensator to the 7,000’ elevation, and while I was crouched down was surprised when a
dog wandered up behind me and started licking my hand. Real friendly—a pit bull mix. Then she is joined by a collie mutt with white eyes, and then a golden retriever mutt, and yet another—just a small nondescript mutt. They love visitors! It’s Easter Sunday and business is brisk at the BK Lounge.
Later, near Gallup, NM, we cross the continental divide at 7750’ elevation. Soon we are a few miles south of I-40 at Bluewater Lake State Park.
time we pull in the slides, pump ‘n’ dump, and get on the road we know we aren’t going to make the tour time. We just didn’t try; I think yesterday’s experience at the Visitor Center sapped our desire.We top off with some reasonably priced gas in Page, AZ, which is right across the dam. Good thing, because we don’t see much civilization for the next several hours. I, always the passenger, get the sleepies after a while and go in the back to take a nap. This is actually the first time I have ever tried this. The two lane highway we are driving across the high desert varies back and forth between smooth and bouncy. I wake up on some of the bounces, but the bed offers a very comfortable ride and I actually get some ZZZZs—about an hour and a half worth . That feels better.
We get hungry for lunch and can’t find a flat place to get off the road. But soon we pull into a parking lot behind a Chevron station in Ganado, AZ, and realize there is a Burger King inside. So that’s for lunch. I went around to the generator at the left rear to adjust its altitude compensator to the 7,000’ elevation, and while I was crouched down was surprised when a
dog wandered up behind me and started licking my hand. Real friendly—a pit bull mix. Then she is joined by a collie mutt with white eyes, and then a golden retriever mutt, and yet another—just a small nondescript mutt. They love visitors! It’s Easter Sunday and business is brisk at the BK Lounge.Later, near Gallup, NM, we cross the continental divide at 7750’ elevation. Soon we are a few miles south of I-40 at Bluewater Lake State Park.
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