Another Sunday in Utah!!

I thought we could go out for fireworks without dying of heat exhaustion. We were in Provo, Utah for the night. I had a difficult time getting a 1 night reservation for the holiday. We had to stop in Provo at the KOA. As we were leaving Yellowstone I noticed the price seemed awfully low for July 4th. I told Gerald, "I don't know about this place, $32 seems really cheap." Then I told Lexi how you get what you pay for. This lesson was going to be all too true!!!

The KOA was in downtown, which is the first scary revelation. A campground in the city? We took the wrong turn and went through the ghetto of Provo. It wouldn't be a wrong turn without 1 way streets, with cars parked on either side. We maneuvered our way back, because there wasn't a parking lot big enough for us to do a U-turn.

As we entered the KOA we saw a creek and a nice park surrounded by more ghetto. I went inside the office to check in. There were two older gentlemen sitting around, while the teenagers ran the desk. I have never been to a KOA where we weren't escorted to our spot. I figured it was to protect their grounds. Well, this was the tightest spot we had ever been in and we were on our own. These jokers never left the building except to smoke on the front porch.

We drove around the campground and parked. All I saw was scariness. As we were getting out of the truck I told Gerald, "do not unhitch, we are out of here at dawn". We started to notice that all of the trailers had permanent utility posts. That meant these people permanently lived at the KOA, in their trailer down by the river. (see top photo of meter, there were a lot of cobwebs underneath his trailer)

Gerald and Lexi took a walk to check out the park. After his walk around the park he said that this park adjoins to a really bad mobile home park. The laundry and pool are shared between the KOA and the park. He said he witnessed a drug deal transaction, and another family tent camping in their Sunday best, reading their bibles

I went to the office to see if we could find some fireworks and get out of the campsite of deliverance. The clerk, with his KOA uniform shirt unbuttoned downed to his belly button, said "this is Sunday in Utah, the fireworks were on Saturday, July 3rd". I then asked the only thing I could think of as he leaned in so close I could braid his grey chest hair, "where is the liquor store?" He chuckled and said, "again lady, this is Sunday in Utah."

We stayed in our trailer by the river, on another Sunday in Utah, rationing 4 ounces of red wine on July 4th without any organized fireworks. The other trailer people had their own versions of fireworks until after midnight.