I love road trips with my daughter. We always manage to find plenty of adventure, and trust me, this recent road trip was filled with lots of laughs, challenges, and new experiences for the both of us.
The last time Ashton and I took a road trip she was still in college living in Fort Collins, Colorado. That trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota has always held the fondest of memories for this mother and daughter duo. We never imagined that we could possibly top that road trip.
But oh boy, we topped it indeed. What an adventure. One for the books!
It all started when Ashton drove up from Phoenix to pick me up in Prescott Valley, Arizona, where Al and I are currently camped with the RV.
She had her new Honda CRV (lovingly named Charlotte) all loaded up with everything we needed for our camping trip. She and I had been planning and preparing for this trip for the past several weeks, and just like her mom (me), Ashton is well-organized.
Wednesday – May 17th After loading my personal belongings into Charlotte along with a few items into the cooler, we hit the road. As the lunch hour neared, I received a text message from hubby thanking me for the yummy food left in the frig. Say what? I had a feeling all along that I was forgetting something. I managed to load the cooler with the freezer items, but totally forgot about the frig; the egg salad, lettuce, and turkey in the RV refrigerator were left behind. At least Al was a happy camper with a full tummy.
Having traveled this route in Arizona many a time, I knew exactly where we were going to stop for a picnic lunch, or so I thought ….. The plan was to stop at the famous Horseshoe Bend overlook for some photo-ops and a picnic, but as we neared the turn for the overlook, there was a line of cars and RV’s stretching down the highway waiting to enter the parking lot. Egad …. no thanks! And with the food targeted for our lunch left behind, it was time to come up with an alternative plan.
We continued north on Highway 89 and stopped at the Walmart in the town of Page to pick up some lunch meat and groceries along with a couple of Subway sandwiches. We then had that picnic lunch at the Lake Powell scenic overlook. Not a bad plan B, but that weather was not looking good.
We encountered a steady stream of rain and wind our entire drive from Page, Arizona to Kanab, Utah. It was still drizzling when we arrived at the Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park. Much to my surprise, the campground was full, but they did have a primitive site for us which turned out to be perfect and gave us views and privacy.
Our previous practice pitching the tent in daughter’s backyard paid off in spades. We managed to battle the wind and rain like pros and had our shelter up in no time.
We held off inflating our air mattresses and brought our camp chairs into the tent.
As the rain pelted the tent and the nylon fabric whipped to and fro by the winds, Ashton and I sat inside our shelter wrapped in a blanket watching the weather pass by. We were warm, we were dry and we were on an adventure.
Eventually, there was a short reprieve in the weather and we wasted no time getting out to explore the sand dunes. The poor weather actually served to our benefit.
The Coral Pink Sand Dunes is an off-roader’s paradise. With 1,200 acres of dunes to explore, the steady roar of engines from ATV’s and dune buggies is to be expected. However, with the poor weather, we practically had the sand dunes to ourselves. There were a few other hikers out and about, but absolutely no OHV’s (off-highway vehicles). We didn’t need to share this amazing scenery with anyone. How cool was that!
It was quiet, peaceful, and down right beautiful. Ashton and I hiked, climbed, and explored the dunes. There wasn’t a single four-wheeler out on the dunes, allowing us to wander about without concern. What a treat and a privilege to be able to experience this unique landscape in solitude.
The shutter on our cameras clicked away as we admired the views. We were fascinated by the wildflowers and vegetation. The contrast of colors between the sweeping sand dunes and the mountain backdrop dotted with juniper pines captivated us. We drank it all in before the second wave of weather began to assault us.
Rain turned to sleet and eventually to snow. The winds were relentless and the temperature continued to drop below 32 degrees Fahrenheit. For cripes’ sake, this was the middle of May! For some reason, we found a great deal of humor in our situation and by 8:30 p.m. we were cocooned in our warm sleeping bags atop our four-inch thick inflated air mattresses and laughing. Yes, we were roughing it. No glamping for these gals…. at least not this time!
Just two weeks earlier as temperatures in Phoenix were hitting the triple digit range, daughter Ashton, a Colorado gal at heart, decided to take her ice/snow scraper out of her vehicle for the first time ever. Having grown up in Colorado and traveling regularly to higher elevations, she’s used to encountering inclement, unexpected weather anytime of year. We found the timing of her ice scraper removal just another laughable moment.
At some point during the night I woke up. I was a little disoriented and not sure when we had fallen a sleep. Probably in between giggles and story telling while the tent swayed hither and yon.
And now it was calm and quiet. No more wind or rain. It had to be about one or two in the morning. Not wanting to wake Ashton, I slowly unzipped the tent, and although I was shivering from the cold, I was awed beyond words the moment I exited the tent. The sky was incredibly clear and the stars shone brilliantly against the navy blue background. For a split second I thought about waking Ashton and had it been even slightly warmer, I would have. What a sight to behold and oh how I wanted to linger and drink in that breathtaking vision, but alas the warmth of the sleeping bag beckoned.
The next morning while we allowed the rising sun to melt the ice on Charlotte, we took another hike across the dunes. The sand was frozen and reminded us of walking on frozen snow. It was a very different experience from our hike the day before.
So how did we feel about tenting it in these conditions? I won’t lie, once it started sleeting the thought of a hotel did cross our minds, but in the end, I’m so glad she and I are both stubborn. Our experience at the Coral Pink Sand Dunes couldn’t have been any better (well, maybe a tad warmer). Sure, we were cold, but the weather added another dimension to our overall experience, and fortunately, we maintained our sense of humor which definitely helped.
And this was just our first stop. Next up, Zion National Park ….