The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Teasdale, Utah)

The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); balcony view

 
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Isolation needn’t mean total sacrifice. And, The Lodge at Red River Ranch had all the right surprises to comfortably pad our relative seclusion outside of Capitol Reef National Park.

It took a certain amount of faith to drive past the kitschy mini-jumble of Torrey, Utah in hopes that neighboring Teasdale would eventually materialize along the vast expanse ahead. We carefully noted the food stops and gas stations along the way; the remote stretches of Utah had taught us to plan ahead for our “essentials”.

Red River Ranch entry

 

 

The tall-timbered ranch entry was our landmark; a sturdy “welcome” amongst the mountain-fringed pastures. I had been told to look for a grove of trees far off of the main road, and finally, there it was at the end of a long graveled drive. Our oasis.

 

 

 The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); front view

The Lodge is an elegantly (yet comfortably) appointed mega-log cabin: a great destination for groups, both large and small family-sized. Our adjoining rooms, connected by both a generous bathroom and a hallway, were on the third floor and gave us plenty of privacy.

 The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah);room

Exposed beams, high ledges and deep teal-colored walls pleasantly counterbalanced some of the more dainty room furnishings. We had no need for the fireplaces in July but relished the breezes and mountain-views of our private balconies.

The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); kitten on gate

 

 

Some very personable kittens played on the east porch (way) downstairs…

Bison calf

 

 

 

 

…and a herd of bison roamed the front fields.

 

 

 The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); front drive view

There are six miles of private river for catch-and-release fly-fishing and pastures for horseback riding. A single wooden plank swing dangles charmingly from a cottonwood limb arched some thirty feet above the gravel front drive. Hannah and I found this to be a terrific “cool-down” after our morning runs around the property.

Breakfast was always a plentiful plateful, with homemade nut breads and luscious fruits. We ordered “light, “ ate very well, and always ended up with extra. The dinner menu held some intriguing options but was definitely a more upscale affair than my group of hikers needed or wanted. Maybe next time…

The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); front porch view

The dining room, with its decorative tin ceiling and massive pillared beams is a place to linger. Its bank of windows overlooks an expansive front porch edged with a profusion of swaying flowers and well-patronized hummingbird feeders.

A basement rec room houses table soccer, a ping pong table, a TV, and an assortment of toys. It also has a community computer, but free wi-fi in our rooms was our better option.

The Lodge was our most expensive accommodation but well worth the splurge. And happily, there was some flexibility on the published rate (It never hurts to ask!). Concerned that we’d be too crowded in the room I’d originally selected, the owner knocked enough off the rate of our larger suite to make it an acceptable option.

The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Utah); hot tub view

 

 

 

On our second evening, we settled into the jumbo-sized hot tub on the late edge of sunset and watched the mountains cast long shadows as the sun dipped ever lower beyond the orchard. We talked. We laughed. The edges of the deck walk glowed with strings of light and stars dotted the blackened sky…

 

More on Utah:

“Adventures in Utah”“Road to Zion (National Park, Utah)”

“Into ‘The Narrows’ (Zion National Park, Utah)”

“The Subway (Zion National Park, Utah) Part One”

“The Subway (Zion National Park, Utah) Part Two”

“Court of the Patriarchs and The Emerald Pools of Zion (National Park, Utah)”

“Hanging Gardens (Zion National Park, Utah)”

“Hoodoo Heaven” (Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah)

“Smokey the Bear and Tibetan Monks?  I Must be in Boulder (Utah)…

“Dogs and Cars -but not Cows…” (Boulder, Utah) 

“The Cows… Part One (Boulder, Utah)”

“The Cows… Part Two (Boulder, Utah)”

“Pictographs at Lower Calf Creek Falls (Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, Utah)”

“The Goosenecks at Capitol Reef National Park (Utah)”

“Hiking ‘Smart’ in Grand Wash (Capitol Reef National Park, Utah)”

“The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Teasdale, Utah)”

“Of Pictographs and Petroglyphs…”

“A Reef in the Desert (Capitol Reef National Park)”

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Gym Jump

Orange barrels

 
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Ashley said “hi,” and I felt guilty. Or sad, or…? It was definitely a twinge of something.

I had raced into the Rec Center for a quick “anything” work-out before Matt’s football practice ended at seven. A bit of a haul from his practice field, but I’m slightly dedicated and didn’t have any desperate grocery needs…

And Ashley paused from her conversation to say, “I’ve got you Heather,” as I walked by, ID-less as usual (because I am SO tired of the necessary discount cards I have to carry for area groceries, pharmacies and gas stations and refuse to keep any more laminations than absolutely necessary).

I do all my weight work and the occasional cardio at the Westerville Community Center. They have a card-swipe system, and I have a deer-in-the-headlights photo card ID somewhere in this world.

But I never use it.

And Ashley and Pam and Amber and Liz all know my name and punch me through before I even make it down the long hallway to the check-in desk. We even talk sometimes.  Kind of a “Cheers” thing minus the dim lighting, laugh track and alcohol…

the new gym

The guilt or sadness, or whatever it might be, lies in the knowing that I’ll be leaving them soon. For the bigger newer gym being built five minutes closer to my house…

They won’t know my name at the new place. I’ll probably have to bring my card or state my name or something. And while the proximity and cross-training possibilities will rev up my routine –and I can’t wait to test myself on three floors of fitness equipment (!), I know I’ll be losing something too…

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Morning Music

 Matt and recorder

 
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If it weren’t spiraling out of Matt, I might protest morning whistling. It usually starts around 7 a.m. after I’ve answered his muffled from-under-the-blanket queries as to the day’s weather forecast. He whistles his way downstairs and then helps me assemble the ingredients for his favored fruit and yogurt waffles with boysenberry syrup.

Lately however, with an audience of any size (or none at all), he pulls out his green recorder from music class for a short concert. It has both amused and pleased me that my football-loving son has so Sooners vs Longhorns (Matt-#40)embraced his new musical experience. Before his class even had their first lesson at school, he took it upon himself to work ahead and learn “Hot Cross Buns,” thrilled when he could play the song from memory. He has now blown past “Merrily, We Roll Along” and “Old McDonald Had a Farm” to “When the Saints Go Marching In,” and is eying “Ode to Joy” with steady resolve.

Each mastered skill level earns him a “belt.” He told Zach and me this morning how the rest of his class has tied the multicolored achievement ribbons to their instruments. His recorder is unfettered by such adornment, however, as Matt deems them too “distracting.” He is a serious musician who seriously enjoys his music.

Most meals now come with musical accompaniment. There are far less flesh-tensing squeaks this week. He has better breath control and is savvy enough to critique the simplicity of some of the arrangements –frowning in the same slight way he does when my football pass goes right when he’s running left.

He has always appreciated music -his brother’s guitar compositions, my bedtime singing and keyboard playing…   I think what I’m enjoying so much is seeing him choose music for himself.

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Hiking “Smart” in Grand Wash (Capitol Reef National Park, Utah)

 Capitol Reef National Park, Utah; Grand Wash;

 
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In Capitol Reef National Park, we kept a constant eye on the weather. It never varied from hot and sunny while we were in the park, but that wasn’t the weather we were concerned about. Hiking in slot canyons requires vigilant attention to the weather up-canyon. Zion National Park had been unusually dry when we’d hiked its Narrows and Subway slot canyons, but we had learned that arid conditions can change instantly in the event of a rainfall miles away and remembered well the instant river that materialized during our Bryce Canyon hike.

Capitol Reef National Park, Utah; Grand Wash; As we hiked Grand Wash at Capitol Reef, a simple dirt road entombed by sheer cliff walls, we looked forward to entering the narrowest neck of the gorge. We had checked in with a park ranger twice that day already for distant weather conditions, and he had explained (as he must to so many out-of-town visitors) that the danger lay in the distance -in the dark clouds forming on the northeastern horizon.

 Capitol Reef National Park, Utah; Grand Wash;

A slot canyon is more or less a dry chute that can fill with water in a flash when rainwater rolls down slick rock to the lowest point. As the funnel narrows, the water rises. Unwary hikers are trapped every year by flash floods in slot canyons, so we were attentive to his instructions.

As we walked the stark unusual landscape, we maintained an awareness of the “climbable” slopes. The Capitol Reef National Park, Utah; Grand Wash; ranger had advised us to always know our escape route; that it had to be “up” and as high as possible. But, when thunder rumbled in the distance, we knew our hike was over. It would have been great to get further into the canyon, but we had learned and seen enough to take the flooding danger seriously and opted for our Plan B hike without a second thought.

You have to hike “smart” every time, because you never know which time your wise decision will make the difference.

More on Utah:

“Adventures in Utah”“Road to Zion (National Park, Utah)”

“Into ‘The Narrows’ (Zion National Park, Utah)”

“The Subway (Zion National Park, Utah) Part One”

“The Subway (Zion National Park, Utah) Part Two”

“Court of the Patriarchs and The Emerald Pools of Zion (National Park, Utah)”

“Hanging Gardens (Zion National Park, Utah)”

“Hoodoo Heaven” (Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah)

“Smokey the Bear and Tibetan Monks?  I Must be in Boulder (Utah)…

“Dogs and Cars -but not Cows…” (Boulder, Utah) 

“The Cows… Part One (Boulder, Utah)”

“The Cows… Part Two (Boulder, Utah)”

“Pictographs at Lower Calf Creek Falls (Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, Utah)”

“The Goosenecks at Capitol Reef National Park (Utah)”

“Hiking ‘Smart’ in Grand Wash (Capitol Reef National Park, Utah)”

“The Lodge at Red River Ranch (Teasdale, Utah)”

“Of Pictographs and Petroglyphs…”

“A Reef in the Desert (Capitol Reef National Park)”

 

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On-the-Road (but In-the-Neighborhood)

 LancasterCC; Hannah in the home stretch

 
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It’s no exaggeration to say there are nights (like last night) when I drive around for three and a half hours.  Sounds aimless, but it’s actually a fairly focused frenzy.  Pick up a child, drop off a child(repeat)(repeat the “repeat”) (…)

Zach and Matt; post-gamel

I did buy dog food and a furnace filter and hug my grandma in between the various sports fields and schools last night.  -Stopped home twice to make sandwiches and pat Lily on the head. My work-out bag rode along with me on the floor of the passenger side; a hopeful thought but ultimately a bench-sitter

Not complaining.  Just whining a little.  It’ll get better.  And I wouldn’t miss a minute of it…  I blinked once already, and Zach grew into a 6-foot high school junior!

 

It’s usually a matter of spinning my own attitude around a little.  Fortunately, I’m sitting on a swivel chair…

Next: More hiking in Utah, a long weekend in California and another “Rails-to-Trails” bike ride 

 

 

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