After a tiring day I arrived at Meeker, CO. This was one of my tentative destinations. A long stop at Rifle to deal with the holding tanks, and a couple of questions of the NFS folks, quickly convinced me that the rather warm Rifle, CO was not the place to be, not Green Acres. “It’s all up hill to Meeker,” she said. “Bye, and thanks” said I.
And it was up hill. And road construction on an already twisty and winding road. And rain on top of the road construction. All this after a longer than I like interstate drive. But finally, I arrived tired. Not seeing the NFS office sign that I was seeking in Meeker, I stopped in front of a motel that had a suitably safe very wide shoulder. Inquiring within, I was told the that the facility I was looking for was directly across the street, across two lanes of heavy traffic. So I walked over, got camping info for the area, and made a tricky U-turn.
Looking for that town park with RV parking lot, I was. Found it, too, with a $15 fee. Then I looked left. Right. At the dump station. At the creek. “HEY, I HAVE CAMPED HERE BEFORE!” I exclaimed. Until that moment I thought that I had not previously heard of Meeker, CO. More on forgetfulness later.
So here I am in friendly little Meeker, apparently my second time. Third? Tomorrow will be a search for a truck shop that can put a new seal on my right front wheel bearing, hopefully in Meeker, better yet in this parking lot. With that job completed, I will be off to explore what promises to be some great camping spots.Tags: Meeker CO