I left Roy, Utah at 9 a.m. yesterday morning. For awhile it looked as though I wasn’t leaving at all. I asked the motel desk clerk for directions to the nearest north bound freeway on ramp, and she didn’t know where the freeway was. Instead I got directions to a gas station.
I could see the freeway on ramp from the gas station. I asked which lane I needed to be in when I pulled out — neither. It was a one way street and first I had to circle the block.
Finally I hit the freeway — to contstruction woes. Traffic was bumper to bumper, 70 miles an hour, with dump trucks and orange cones and tractors rolling in and out … somewhat freaky. And in the mess I missed my exit and didn’t realize it until I was quite a ways past.
I stopped to ask for directions and was told to keep going, I’d make it just fine … which was tue, but it took me about 300 miles out of my way! I drove through West Yellowstone Park though. That was pretty.
I made it to my sisters about 10 p,m, last night. I have had about 6 hours sleep and was just called to breakfast …