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Cows. Good neighbors? Or thugs in the making?

We next camped somewhere around South Fork, in an intense thicket of stickery bushes. We encountered these beasts talking back and forth to each other in some sort of coded speech that sounded kind of like moaning. This one appeared to be the ringleader. You can see she stands out from the crowd (show off!).

It was here that one of my cats decided to go AWOL for an entire day. I called and called, and she totally ignored me. Finally, four hours after I had wanted to hit the road, she ran up to the RV meowing pathetically for entry as if I had callously abandoned her in the wild. I hesitated to let her in, frankly, because I felt it was quite possible she had been lured to the enemy side while she was away and was now infiltrating our home for nefarious purposes.

Wolf Creek Pass

After we were shamed out of Pagosa Springs by a promise to be home by June 1 (a promise we were obviously in the process of breaking, since we were heading east in the middle of May and ‘home’ is west) we climbed over Wolf Creek pass. This is the highest pass I have ever driven my RV over. In fact, it is the highest pass I’ve ever driven any vehicle over, although I have hiked over passes this high. As this informative sign shows, the pass is over 10,000 feet high. The RV made it like a champ!!

Here is the view from Wolf Creek pass

I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering, as we all are, why they call this pass ‘Wolf Creek’ pass, and here is the reason: if you wander down from the summit a few yards, you find this sweet little brooklet of water called, not surprisingly, Wolf Creek. Now there’s logic for you!

Pagosa Springs

After our sojourn in Canyons of the Ancients NM, we soldiered on through Colorado en route to Rio Grande Del Norte National Monument. On the way, we stopped in the National Forest near Pagosa Spgs. After months and months in the desert, the beauty of a green Colorado mountain spring was amazing.

This is our camping spot near Pagosa Springs. Seriously…how does it get any better than this? It’s about 70 degrees today, and will be 70 degrees tomorrow as well. We fought our way over a string of deep chasms and dried mud OHV tracks (it might have been a road) and pulled off into this gorgeous meadow.

And this is my front yard looking the other direction.

This light is beautiful. The whole road is beautiful.

This little ranchlet was a the bottom of a hill on one of the USFS roads. I wouldn’t complain about owning this!!

Canyons of the Ancients National Monument

From El Malpais, we went north to Colorado to check out Canyons of the Ancients National Monument. Unfortunately, we couldn't see any of the canyons because they were basically invisible from the road and the monument is devoid of any road we were able to drive on. And we aren't picky when it comes to roads! The "roads" looked more like eroded stream beds...not possible to traverse without a high-clearance vehicle. This was all very disappointing because I had been wanting to see this NM for a year. 

Fortunately for us, right across the Utah/Colorado border, there is a tiny national monument called Hovenweep, and that had some actual trails with actual views of actual canyons. So our trip was not a waste, but instead a great time in a gorgeous area.  Here are some ruins I saw from the trail.

 

Here is something called (for reasons that will forever be shrouded in mystery) Eroded Boulder House.

Here are the Twin Towers, with Eroded Boulder House subsiding gracefully into the canyon below them.

This picture is sort of an excuse to photograph the sky. However, in the structure you can see that the walls are two courses thick. All these buildings were built in the late AD 1200's.

This is the largest building in this particular complex, which is strewn along Little Ruin Canyon. There are several other canyons/pueblos in the vicinity, but they are harder to reach. This is at the head of the canyon, close to the "seep" that constitutes the permanent water source that supported these pueblos. It is called Hovenweep Castle. 

El Malpais National Monument

From AZ 288, we drove back thru Globe and on to New Mexico, where we resolved to see El Pais National Monument. Two days were wasted huddled in the house (RV, that is) because we were not stalwart enough to brave the cold temperatures, which were in the LOW 60's!  Quelle Horror!!!!!! After 7 months on the road basking in 70 and 80 degree temperatures, our blood has thinned out considerably. 

On the way to El Malpais, we crossed the Salt River (view below). It's actually unusual to see water in a river here. Most of the "rivers" are dusty flow-ways that are used as OHV roads by the many folks that come here to drive madly around the landscape, breathing gas fumes, listening to noisy motors and swathed in garments designed to protect them from the dust they are kicking up.  They like to ride around in little herds of 5-10 OHV's. I encounter them whilst riding around on my trike, and they always stare at me in consternation, often stopping to ask me if "everything is OK". I guess they have trouble grasping that a person can ride 10 or 20 miles on a trike without undergoing a crisis. It's awfully nice of them.

It turns out that El Malpais is a volcanic area, and is therefore full of lava tube caves, none of which I could enter because I can't walk across boulders without breaking my leg(s). Boo! :(

I did hike up to the cinder cone from whence some of the lava flows came, though, and climbed about a million stairs to reach the rim of the caldera and hike around it. 

 

One of many caves

I'm a sucker for cloud scapes...here is something a little out of the ordinary.

Here is the infamous cinder cone

and here are the stairs I climbed to get to the caldera rim

Nowhere in particular, north of Miami, AZ

Round about March it started getting beastly hot in Yuma. We toughed it out for a couple more weeks, and finally left for higher elevations in April. Here is a view from my front yard in the National Forest on AZ 288 north of Miami. You can see Lake Roosevelt in the distance.

 

The cacti are starting to bloom up here

Here is most of my menagerie going for a walk. The cats follow me around meowing like lunatics.

Fast Forward to January 2018

We spent the heart of winter in Yuma (we found FREE camping there...huzzah!), where there is a little bubble of good weather in the winter time. I had the summer I yearned for (the real summer was destroyed by choking clouds of smoke from forest fires) in December and January, as it was in the 70's and low 80's. While there, we observed the blue moon rising over the desert. I know this isn't a great photo, but the size of the moon was breathtaking and I had to include it.

KOFA National Wildlife Refuge

From E/GS NM, we went to Quartzsite and stayed in the KOFA National Wildlife Refuge. The landscape there is typical of the mountain/desert terrain: lots of saguaro and cholla cacti (although there are no cholla in this picture...I was afraid to photograph them for fear they would leap out and grab me), and lots of dry shrubs. Everything has thorns in the desert, even the trees. Shadow got cactus spines all over his nose and inside his mouth, and I had to drug him in order to pull them out. Instead of learning from this mistake, he went out and did it twice more.

Imaginary Football Year II, Dinosaurs vs. Chain Gang

Same as last year, I was unable to watch the Super Bowel, so I once again watched Imaginary Football instead. I couldn’t post the results on Super Bowel Sunday because the game was the longest game in the history of sports…12 hours, to be exact, and I was exhausted by the time it ended. In fact, I didn't even realize the game was over until hours later, as I fell asleep somewhere around the tenth hour. 

This year’s contest pitted the Cleveland Chain Gang against the Denver Dinosaurs. Unlike last year, which was at least a gripping drama of defensive maneuvering worthy of the history books, this year could aptly be named the “Stupor Bowl”. The Chain Gang couldn’t seem to function as individuals…everywhere you looked, they were all clumped together on the field, tripping over each other (as well as the Dinosaurs). They tried to explain it away as a “zone offense”, but whatever they called it, it wasn’t very effective. 

The Dinosaurs, on the other hand, were so lethargic as to seem half-petrified. Their movements were painfully slow. In fact, it appeared throughout much of the game that they actually were not moving at all. They also had trouble organizing their plays, apparently due to small brain size. It’s hard to imagine how these two teams won the play-offs, and I didn’t try. One imaginary game was about all I could handle.

I think the contest would have lasted another 12 hours, but the Dinosaurs, due to old age, finally fell asleep and the Chain Gang was able to hobble into the end zone en masse to end the game in not-so-sudden death with a score of 6-0 Chain Gang. I watched the last two hours on Monday evening using imaginary fast-forward because I couldn’t bear another two hours of agony. The crowd (except me…I fell asleep on a bench) had all abandoned the game in about the fourth hour, so there was no one left to cheer for the winners. I felt bad about that. I was rooting for the Dinosaurs, anyway.

Sevier Desert, Nowhere, UT

After a few highly productive days in the Uinta NF, we came south on UT 36 until we reached US 50, then headed west on US 50. There are vast miles of seemingly useless land in western UT, and it turns out that much of it is owned by the Bureau of Land Management. That is just peachy with me. I love BLM land. You can camp anywhere you can drive, basically, for 14 days for $0. That is a price I can afford on my new, post-career budget of ....well, nothing. We also found a place in Delta, UT, to perform regular sewage management functions (i.e., dump our waste tanks) for FREEEEE!!!!!!!! What could be better?

From the highway, about midway between Delta and Nevada, you can see vast, flat, white areas that look like water until you get close to them. Then they stop looking like water and look like off-white dirt. These are dry lake beds. There is an enormous one called Sevier Lake (which contains no water) along US 50. We found a nice place to stay close to a lake bed...I'm not sure it was the Sevier lake bed, which we had already passed, but it was some sort of lake bed. We again went mountain triking, and here is what the lake bed looks like up close.

Dry lake bed somewhere in western Utah

View from our front yard near the dry lakebed

This is where we stayed near the lake bed from a vantage point about a mile away on one of our triking expeditions. You can see that the neighborhood is sparsely occupied.

Mountain Triking

After leaving City of Rocks, we proceeded south into Utah and found a very private spot in the Uinta National Forest south of Vernon, off state highway 36. We again went for trike rides on the unpaved roads. This is about as close to mountain biking as a trike can get due to lack of sufficient traction to actually ride across the countryside. In addition to mountain triking, I also spent a couple of days advancing the RV Facelift project, covering the faded, disheveled and dinged original paint/fiberglass/weird stripey decals with new, drip-laden, amateurish paint in colors a bit more imaginative than the originals. Yes, if you are wondering, the flamingos are also being re-painted.

View from our front yard in Uinta NF

Current status of RV facelift

City of Rocks National Reserve

We made our way to CIty of Rocks National Reserve and camped, illegally, as it turns out, near a cattle trough with lots of dried-up poo beside it. We didn’t know we were illegal until the fourth day, when a diffident young ranger showed up (you know you are getting old when the rangers all look like children and inspire such thoughts as, 'isn't he adorable?') and said, “This is park property.” I looked at him interestedly, waiting for him to deliver the punchline, but no punchline came. He simply reiterated that we were camped on park property. After a few moments of staring into his earnest gaze, light began to dawn in my consciousness and I said, “So does that mean we’re not supposed to be here?” It turns out that that is exactly what it meant, but by that time we’d been camped four nights and we were ready to move on. 

Although we were illegal, we had a lovely time and took three trike rides. I highly recommend City of Rocks. The LEGAL campsites are gorgeous, all scattered amongst the rocks.  They cost money, but there was no signage, even at the pay station, to indicate how much.

A large number of my photos were so overexposed as to be unsalvageable :(  I did get enough properly exposed photos to give you some idea of what the place looks like.  The main feature of City of Rocks is....brace yourself.....rocks. I know! Who would've thought? Apparently the settlers coming through in their covered wagons on the California Trail found these rock formations quite ghostly, like an abandoned city. The photos of the most unusual formations were, of course, overexposed. They reminded me a bit of looking down on Yosemite from the back side.

Birds of Prey

After a day in Boise doing exciting things such as laundry, we drove south a few miles looking for the Birds of Prey National Conservation Area. If you are thinking that I stopped to take a photo of Absolutely Nothing, you are quite correct. That is what we found in the Birds of Prey Nat’l Conservation Area…Absolutely Nothing. Actually, I’m exaggerating a bit. We also found thousands of shell casings, broken glass, and various items of a rubbish-y sort. I did not photograph them because you can find similar views at your County Dump if you are interested. Why do people figure the desert is a good place to dump their garbage? I am mystified.

Hell's Canyon (continued)

Then, the next day, we pottered along for many more miles to discover that there is a road at the bottom of a portion of Hell’s Canyon which dead-ends at the Hell’s Canyon dam. Determined to see the actual canyon and the actual river in the canyon, we drove the 22 miles to the dam, and this is what we saw. It is difficult to capture the massiveness of these cliffs looming over the canyon, but I’ve given it my best shot.

Hell's Canyon Overlook

After an entire day of climbing straight up, and straight down, and straight up again, we reached the Hell’s Canyon Overlook. Here is the view from Hell’s Canyon Overlook…do you see the Snake River 7,000 feet below us at the bottom of the deepest gorge in North America? Neither do I.  I’m not exactly sure what we are ‘overlooking’ here, but I guess this is as close to an overlook as you get.  We did see some swoopy limestone ridges though.

Fall 2017

We departed from Sandpoint, ID on October 3rd. In addition to my two large dogs, I am now traveling with 3 cats as well. I really didn’t think the hair situation could get any worse, but I was wrong. 

We were on our way to Boise and decided to take the scenic route through Oregon to see Hell’s Canyon. It took us a few days to accomplish this because the roads are so mountainous that we averaged maybe 25 MPH. Here is the area we were traveling through.