In Search of Gas

Once I came down off Wheeler Peak, it was time to find gas. I had a 1/2 a tank, but I wanted to top off, plus there was nothing else to do!

Venturing past Baker, there was a town on the Utah border, Garrison, which looked like it may have a store. It was just a 20-minute drive. But alas, it had less than Baker. No gas for sure. I saw there was a Phillips 66 station about 10 miles north, so I headed there. It was a small, dumpy place with 4 pumps, some rickety cabins, and a casino. (It was on the Nevada side) I filled up at $4.79 per gallon and went inside to pay for ice.

The woman at the counter said that she had to cash someone out (at the casino?) before she could go out and unlock the ice. I looked around the store. Again, nothing but Mac 'n' Cheese, chips, and drinks. After about 5 minutes, I figured that I didn't really need ice...

I came back to the campground and had some trail mix and read my book. (I'm still working on "Mists of Avalon." Then I decided to take a nap. At 7pm, I thought about dinner, but I really wasn't hungry. I started a fire and thought about having s'mores, but again...not hungry! So I ended washing up and heading to bed!Les mer