Ok, Ok. It’s Monday evening. I’m late. Sorry.
Sunday was quite a day. We didn’t have a long drive and could take our time.
We had breakfast in Afton at the same restaurant where we had dinner – we think it’s probably the nicest place in town. My French toast was fine, but the coffee wasn’t much. Julie had problems with her breakfast – goopy eggs (returned and done right the second time), potatoes not crisp, lousy coffee. It wasn’t a great breakfast.
And we hit the road. The drive to Vernal was through Flaming Gorge. We found no place along that entire route to buy a decent cup of coffee. But the scenery was great. However we didn’t stop to view any of it, choosing instead to look as we traveled. Not that we were in a hurry, but we just didn’t stop at any overlooks.
The trip was capped off with a big rainstorm at the top of the hill before dropping down into Vernal, followed by a long s-l-o-w trip down the hill behind a long line caused by a slow tractor trailer hauling a large cable dispenser down the mountain. That took about 20 extra minutes just crawling down the hill.
We’ve been to Vernal many times. This time we stayed in a motel on the east side of town (again), but closer to town than before. It was still remote and industrial and on a major highway so there was noise. Not a great choice, and next time in Vernal we will stay on the west side. Promise.
Also, there’s really not much to do in Vernal. Especially on Sunday. Very Morman.
But the best restaurant in town, Plaza Mexicana, is open, and we went there for a great meal. We each had a Chicken Tostada, and it was huge and excellent. And we had the house margarita. Both were more than we could handle – but it was a great and very fast meal. If you’re ever in Vernal, eat there. You won’t regret it.
Back a the room we essentially crashed. Yes, it was early – around 8, but we were very tired somehow.
That was the day in a nutshell. No pics. Just a regular travel day.