Trip to Antimony Utah

Finally, the anticipated day for a four-day fishing holiday came, and we took off in our tiny, loaded Fiat and drove three hours south planning for dinner at the Otter Creek Cafe, but because we dawdled, we were too late. The cafe closes at 4:00.

Instead, we drove to our grain silo house. It looked like a tin can, but the inside was lined in light pine and decorated with some serious dazzle. "Nice!" I said, setting down my bag. I was overdue to take some pills, so I headed for the kitchen sink and turned on the water. No water. I tried again. Dry. Tom tried in the bathroom. No water.

"I feel homesick," I looked down at my feet. 

Tom: "This is unacceptable." 

There is no cell phone service in the wilderness.

We had a half bottle of diet Coke. I drank down my pills leaving enough for Tom's pills. We each ate an orange. Then Tom remembered seeing a vending machine at the marina. We drive to the marina. I happen to have two dollars. We get one bottle of water. We're good to go until morning. We know the cafe has wifi.

A pleasant red-haired man runs the cafe. He makes us pancakes, eggs and sausage. I order hot chocolate and get a large mug of coffee made with milk. Is there chocolate in there?

Tom calls our AirBnb host. She doesn't answer the phone. He leaves a message.

When we return home, the water is on. Tom takes a bath in the huge tub. We sit on the porch in the sun. Then we go for a ride to see red rock formations. The wind comes up. It's windy. Wind.

At night we watch a dvd--Django--lots of heads being blown up--blood spatter like you've never seen before, except if you've been watching other Quentin Tarantino movies. Hey, there's a happy ending!  

Next morning: wind. White caps on the lake. We decide to go to the big city: Panguitch. We fool around. In the evening, Tom tries fishing, but he can't see, and the wind is overwhelming. We go to sleep and wake up to wind. Loud wind against a tin can. Big, howling wind.

At breakfast people are gathered round talking about the 4-day wind forecast. Tom and I pack up and go home a day early.

We will go again and when we look at weather reports, we won't forget to look at the wind.