Right next to us was a beautiful historic pasture, farmhouse and barn, the Gifford House. Fresh homemade pies are sold at the Gifford Farmhouse!! Wow. We were in heaven. Deer filled up the orchards and pasture every evening, Black-chinned Hummingbirds fought over our feeder in exciting aerial battles, we listened to Robins singing their hearts out every morning and evening, along with Northern Orioles (Bullock's), Cassin's Kingbirds, and what I'm pretty sure may have been Willow Flycatchers. The Fremont River flowed just a few yards away through its willowy riparian corridor, and the hugest Cottonwoods I've ever seen were right around the corner. A trailhead for Cohab Canyon was right across the street, and the Scenic Drive was just out the entrance - what a great location! We lounged in the shade of old orchard trees and cottonwoods, looking up at the massive red cliffs that surrounded us, contrasting sharply with the cool green of the grassy campground and pastures.
We could have done this a long, long time.We walked over to the home of pie the next morning, got a couple of apple pies, and decided to eat them (they were individual sized) out on the picnic table in front of the old homestead. We sat on the same side of the picnic table and... well, maybe we shouldn't be having pie at all!! We tipped over in a very amusing fashion, if anyone had been watching, that is. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate that no one was. We recovered, assumed a more balanced table arrangement, and ate our pies, which had been spared disaster in the upheaval, thank goodness!One day, at Devin's urging, I took a hike to Cohab Canyon while he relaxed at our campsite - what a wonderful day! I left one of the two-way radios we have with Devin and was able to check in and let him know when I was at the rim at an overlook - he walked out to where I told him he could see me, a little closer to the river, and I described where I was and waved my jacket over my head - he finally saw me and was amazed at how far away I was - he could only just barely see me because of my waving jacket. It wasn't that far in miles, but it was quite a bit UP! According to the Park's website, "tradition records that Mormon polygamists found refuge in these cliffs during the Federal government's active enforcement of the anti-polygamy statutes in the 1880s." The cliffs are full of holes and caves, and the "Canyon in the Sky" which is Cohab Canyon has numerous narrow slot canyons off to the sides - it would be a great place to hide. I sat in a shallow cave for quite some time just watching and listening to a Canyon Wren, as it sent its lovely descending trill echoing up and down the canyon walls. More interesting rock formations, neat plants, birds, the side trip to the viewpoints, side canyons, and a lot of photos made for a pretty full and enjoyable day. The only hard part was coming back down the switchbacks to the campground - my knees don't do downhill so well, and for some stupid reason I didn't bring my trekking poles on this trip, which would have helped, so that part was slow and painful. The views made it well worth it, though!
A few days into our stay, poor Devin began to not feel well - a return of a kidney infection he'd had before we left southern California, apparently. He stayed in bed and took the Cipro the doctor had prescribed, and waited to get better. We read books and watched movies (all three Lord of the Rings movies over two days) waiting for him to get better. The campsites had no hookups, so we had to go dump our tanks one day, and refill with water, but our electricity was powered by the sun. Our solar panels work wonderfully, and our inverter allowed us 110 AC power to watch movies, which was really nice. Even though he was ill, Devin enjoyed the view out our windows. I went and got pie for us, and reported to him on the campground gossip - it was interesting being across from the host site, as any problems or issues were discussed right outside our door. Mostly it was just poor souls who hadn't gotten there early enough and needed to find a place to camp over the busy weekend.
While parking the Jeep after moving the RV (to dump the waste tanks) one day, another "Jeeper" came by and admired it - I invited her over to take a closer look, and she did. She was really nice - her name was Darcy and she was part of a much larger group that came to Capitol Reef from Orem every year. She loaned me some books on trails and Jeep trails, and even invited me along on a hike with them. I didn't go mainly because I was a little worried about Devin, as he didn't seem to be getting better, and in fact was starting to seem a little worse.
We stayed a couple more days, hoping the antibiotics would kick in finally and he would improve, so we could explore some of the many great trails and scenic drives in the area, but finally had to admit that we needed to get to a doctor. We called his doctor on the payphone (there was no cell service there) and that is what he recommended - it seems the Cipro may not have been the right antibiotic this time around. That sometimes happens, when you take antibiotics, if there are any organisms left that haven't been killed, they are probably resistant to the antibiotic, so they can grow their population undeterred until you find an antibiotic that works on them.
So we packed up and drove to Moab, where there is a hospital and emergency room. Devin came out of the bedroom and sat in the passenger seat while I drove - my first big drive in the Moho, and my first time pulling the Jeep! At first, I was pretty nervous on the narrow winding road that went through the Park, but when we turned north to go to Interstate 70 it got easier, and by the time we got on the interstate, I was an old hand. We cruised up and down Moab's Main street (Highway 191) looking for the best RV park, and found a nice one very close to the hospital with full hookups, Cable TV, and High Speed Internet - just what Devin needed to aid in his recovery!