I picked an item from my date box Buck made for me. I picked the
strawberry car freshener. It was for a mini road trip.
So we decided
to head south to Clawson Utah to see the “Creativity Museum”
where some man made things like UFO's out of junk and scrap metal. I
was pretty excited. I had researched some of the local diners in the
small town too. It was perfect.
We started out by getting gas and road trip junk food. Donuts and
chips. The only way to travel.
We had good conversations and teasings
as we drove. We watched the landscape change from green mountains,
giant white wind mills, and golden lake reeds into sand and red rock
cliffs.
I had the map in my GPS on my phone. I lost service a few
times. Between that and the loopy roads in Price Utah, we ended up on
the wrong road... for nearly an hour.
When I realized what had
happened, and that that made us an addition two hours away from our
original two hour drive, I got sad.
The thing is that I immediately knew the right thoughts to have
and how to handle it. “Getting lost makes this the PERFECT road
trip. That's what it's all about. Getting lost and finding adventure
you didn't plan on!” But still... I was sad for a while. I was
really excited for that place and now it seemed so far away!
To
console me, Buck stopped on the side of the road and forked over 12
dollars for a tiny bag of buffalo jerky that some random men were
selling in their trucks. Super creepy sounding when I write it like
that but it was legit enough.
And then we were back on the road again.
We ended up stopping in a small town called Helper. It's
really cool actually. It's smashed up right against a large orange
cliff wall, the buildings made of brick and stone, shaped like they
were from the wild west, (and they probably were built back then.) A
lot of the Main Street stores were out of business so some parts felt
like a ghost town.
But we found a large coal miner statue, (we're
talking two stories tall kind of large statue!) and we took a photo
with it.
Then we found the one and only restaurant and went there to eat.
It turned out to be rather surprising because inside it was kind of
new and nice. Not fancy, but cool. It was an open two stories with a
wrap around balcony on the top floor.
Before we left with our food, we poked around the main street and took some photos. We love small towns and I could have spent all day photographing this place if I had the time.
I ate and then I switched Buck driving so he could attempt to eat
his giant hot dog that was covered in relish. We laughed a lot as he
attempted that and as I drove like a crazy woman. I like when we
laugh together.
So I can't complain! There WAS adventure to be found in getting lost. Sometimes I need reminders about the lessons I've already learned. And hey, now we still have a destination to pursue one day! Next road trip, maybe with the girls, we'll make it to that UFO museum. Or maybe we'll get lost. Either way, I can't wait.
