Red dirt road ahead …
On a recent trip up to Casper, Wyoming we decided to hit the back roads home rather than the highway. If there’s one thing I can count on it’s Mr. G. finding the most obscure roads to get from place A to place B. Yes, I’m a lucky girl! 😉
Our destination, other than getting back to the H.O.W. was the Seminoe Reservoir and State Park.
Image courtesy of Google Maps
The weather started out a little gloomy but cleared up after an hour or so on the road.
Rain, rain go away …
Not too far off the highway, on Kortes Road is Dome Rock, a Bureau of Reclamation public use area. We made sure to make a note of this one seeing as the name struck a chord with us. We stayed on Dome Rock Road in Quartzsite, AZ for our very first 14-day boondocking adventure. 🙂
Perhaps a boondocking spot for us in the future?
It didn’t take long for the landscape to change as we made out way out toward Seminoe Dam and Reservoir. Before we hit the road, now over two years ago, I never imagined the terrain in places like Wyoming, Utah, Colorado, etc. to be so arid. High desert wasn’t a part of my vocabulary yet. I guess I expected everything to look like Aspen or Lake Tahoe, at least the vibrant green and blue parts I’d seen in pictures.
This is more what I guess I expected … (which is what we saw that day 🙂 )
Free range cattle
And this …
And this …
I was glad to see, if even just for a few miles, the green of the trees, the jagged rock formations and even a few wild flowers ..
The Seminoe Dam was a great spot to stop for a bit and take in the scenery.
Looking down on the Seminoe Dam …
Looking toward the reservoir …
Mr. G. taking it all in …
From this observation point The Seminoe State Park was just a short drive.
Seminoe State Park – Wyoming
In the picture above you can see the North Red Hills Camping area. I think we may have to make plans for an overnight or two soon. I’m starting to miss the coast and I think this may be the closest beach option around. It’s only 33 miles north from Sinclair, the next town over, on Carbon County road 351.
Hmmm … maybe I’ll take a day trip while Mr. G. is sleeping.
(Time lapse – 10 mins. Yes, daydreaming about sand and surf)
Okay, where was I?
Oh yes …
The name Seminoe is the Americanized spelling of the French name Cimineau. True story – At first I used the spelling “Seminole” when looking up our route. Yes, naturally I was directed to Florida … oops.
Anyhoo … Basil Cimineau Lajeunesse was a French trapper in the area in the 1800’s. During that time, the Seminoe Mountains were explored by gold prospectors and mining activities have continued to present day in the Elk Mountain area. We should have been able to see the pit from the lookout above. But I couldn’t pinpoint the open-pit mine. Perhaps I was mesmerized by all the pretty blue water. 😉
Looking back toward Seminoe Dam
There are three camping areas located on the northern end of Seminoe State Park – North Red Hills, South Red Hills and Sunshine Beach. Each campground has from 25 to 30 sites and all are primitive, however they do have restrooms and dump stations. Overnight camping is $17 for out-of-state visitors. Sand Mountain Day Use area is also available for a fee of $6, non-resident.
It’s easy to see why they call the area Red Hills …
I couldn’t help but sing Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn while we were bee-bobbing our way through the countryside. Mr. G just loves it when I sing. Just kidding, I can’t carry a tune. Nope not even in a bucket with a handle. Of course that doesn’t stop me! 😀
I have to tell you, as fun as the day was, scrubbing that red dirt off the truck a few days after the fact was a total pain in the a**! But, yes, I’d do it all over again. 🙂 This was only about a quarter of the way through our journey. She was actually much dirtier but I didn’t have any other pics of how bad it was.
“You’re going to love cleaning the truck this time babe!”
It was a great afternoon and the drive made us sleepy enough to take a nap when we got back to the H.O.W. This was great because that was the day we needed to start getting into the night shift routine. Ugg … have I mentioned I hate night shift?
Guess that’s all for now. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
By the way, I haven’t forgotten I promised pics of our trip back in time to the 70’s. It just seemed a little too tawdry to add pics of our “American Hustle” weekend getaway with the beauty of Mother Nature. I will put together a quick little post soon though. Honest 😉
Oh hey — If you happen to have the song Red Dirt Road stuck in your head now, this video is for you! 🙂