
I cooked breakfast, packed up, and headed east. I gassed up in Beatty, since the $5/gal price tag at Furnace Creek caused me to only buy what I needed to get out of Death Valley. I drove past “Big Dune” and made a mental note to visit it someday. I called Cindy so the family would know I was still alive when I drove through Vegas.
I got to Springdale in good time. I showered, and did laundry at the RV park outside of Zion. While I was waiting for my clothes, I browsed through their plethora of outdoor adventures magazines. One article in particular made me smile. A woman mused about the differences between camping with women and camping with men. One of them was that all-woman camping trips are well thought out and planned, and you usually have little need for any improv or survival skills. Men on the other hand, do not seem to consider it camping if they
do not get the opportunity to play MacGyver in order to have a place to sleep or something to eat. As this was my first all woman camping trip, and also problem-free camping trip, I couldn't help but agree. My trip had been more relaxing than those I'd been on in the past, but I admit the Man vs. Wild trips I've gone on with the guys were more fun.
When my laundry was done, I looked at the camp fees in Zion and decided to camp at Lava Point because it is free. I drove up there, found an empty campsite, set up my camp, checked out the view, and then went to bed.
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