UTAH - DAY 7 - 9.27.23

We must have been tired as we slept in until 9 a.m..  We just don't do that as a rule.

It took us awhile to get moving but we finally took off to go see if we could get any pictures of the herd of buffalo we saw yesterday.

Well, when we got there, they were all hidden up in the trees out of the daytime sun.

While there we had met two couples from the east who were life long friends and were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversaries with this trip.  One of the men asked Walt if he was from Philly.  When Walt said, "Close, we're from Delaware" the man's wife said, "What do you call what comes out of the tap in the kitchen sink?"  I knew exactly where she was going with this because I had a question concerning this for her!  Walt and I both replied, in our accent, "Wooder".  "Oh YES", she exclaimed!  "Spoken like a true East Coaster!"  We all laughed.  This is a topic of conversation every time we meet someone from back east.  Usually it's how do you say w-a-t-e-r? And we answer..... WOODER!

We bid them good day and headed back to the camp-ground with plans of returning later in the afternoon.

We didn't really have anything planned for today so we started getting things ready to move as we are leaving here tomorrow.

Walt remembered he had new windshield wipers to put on but ran into a problem with installing them.  We watched several you tube videos because neither one of us could figure out how to get the old ones off.  Frustrated, I googled mechanics in the area and found one just five miles away.  Off we went.  That poor mechanic was probably dreading us ever crossing his parking lot because he couldn't figure it out either.  After several attempts out came the pen knife.  Somehow, someway, he got the old ones off and new ones on.  When asked what we owed him he brushed it off with he learned something today that may help him in the future with the next Ram owner who can't get his windshield wipers off.

As we headed back I asked Walt to pull over because I had noticed this on the way to the mechanics.

It is my thought that each graduating class from the local high school climbs up here and puts the year on a sign or they paint a rock.  I could be completely wrong, but I don't think so.

Our next stop was the Orderville Mine Rock Shop.

Now neither Walt nor I have anything to do with rocks but it was so colorful from the road I just wanted to stop and see.  After all, we have all the time in the world.  Our friend, Wayne, probably would have had a field day here.

There was a little mining town set up off to one side of the property.

More scenes from the yard.

Please!  Someone put his head back on!

There piles of colorful rocks everywhere.  Most sold by the pound but we did see some really expensive rocks.  It would be a cold day before I spent $86 for a rock!

Some of the colors were so vibrant!

Hey, we had dinner tonight!  Hamburgers, sliced tomatoes and corn on the cob.

I had bought some UTAH peaches before we left from a truck in Taylor.  They were hard as rocks when I bought them but today they were just right and as sweet as could be.

After dinner we took a ride back to see if the buffalo were out in the open or still hiding the trees.

Back at home we settled in for a night of Pirates of the Carribean.

Tomorrow we move.